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About Genoa

I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

Lucca: coca e giovani prostitute, arrestati gli sfruttatori

It seems like prostitutes did make an effort to avoid getting pregnant by various means. One of them was to physically extract semen from themselves.

Finally, I get my coffee. It’s like liquid gold, man. I take a sip, and it’s heavenly. But then, I see this street performer on the corner of Piazza San Michele. He’s juggling fire, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set the place ablaze!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m just standing there, half impressed, half terrified.

The Vatican Attends Lucca, Launching Their Cartoon Mascot, Luce