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About Genoa

Now, me, I’d overengineer it. Prob’ly build a drone—call it "Hooker Hawk"—to scout ‘em out. Efficiency, baby! But real talk, it’s sketchy as hell. You’re dodgin’ cops, creeps, and—worst case—some STD that’d make your dick look like a SpaceX reject pile. Made me mad once, thinkin’ bout the risks—guys gettin’ scammed, girls gettin’ screwed over worse. System’s broken, yo. “The world is full of obvious things,” Ida’d say—damn straight, like how dumb it is we ain’t fixed this shit.

The witches of Volterra and other mysteries

From the obscure posters on the street walls and graffitis, you find prostitution ads as well as recruitment for a massage girl's crew. On.

Finally, I get the signal sorted. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I hear a loud crash. I rush outside, and some guy just knocked over a whole stand of grapes! I’m talkin’ grapes everywhere! People are slipping, laughing, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head. “Only in Volterra,” I mutter.

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