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About Genoa

Picture this—quiet village vibes, like in *Moolaadé*, but swap the huts for neon-lit streets. Whore’s out there, struttin’, bold as a lioness, yet trapped like prey. Consumption’s the game—people buyin’ her, usin’ her, tossin’ her aside. Psychology says we crave control, right? Whore’s the product, the forbidden fruit, and blokes gobble it up—disgustin’, thrilling, same time. Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—bloody hell, humans are weird. Ever hear ‘bout Messalina? Roman empress, third wife of Claudius—rumor says she moonlighted as a whore for kicks. History’s wild, innit?

Should You Stay In Modica Or Ragusa?

First off, I hit the streets of Modica, cruisin’ down Corso Umberto. The sun was blazin’, and I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church. I stop by my fave café, Caffè dell'Arte, for a quick espresso. Best in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I see this dude, right? He’s actin’ all shady by the steps of the Chiesa di San Giorgio. Like, what’s up with that?

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