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About Genoa

Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

In Evidenza

After all that, I’m feelin’ kinda hungry again. So, I hit up a pizzeria on Via dei Tribunali. You know the one, right? The one with the line out the door. I’m waitin’ forever, but it’s worth it. I get my margherita, and it’s like a slice of heaven. I’m devourin’ it like I haven’t eaten in days. But then, I realize I’ve got tomato sauce all over my face. Classy, right?

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