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About Genoa

Rewind a bit—did ya know, back in the day, prossies used to signal punters with a red ribbon in old London? Little fact for ya, keeps it real! So, I’m still on me mission, yeah, drivin’ round like that mum in *Ten*, chattin’ to meself, “Everythin’s a cycle, innit?”—movie line droppin’ like bars! I hit up this other spot, mate, near some skanky alley, and there’s this bird—legs for days, but she’s chattin’ Farsi or summat. I’m like, “Bruv, this ain’t *Ten*, I ain’t got subtitles!” Laughed me arse off, proper comedy.

Gradisca d'Isonzo

As the day winds down, I’m packing up my gear, and I can’t help but feel a bit nostalgic. Gradisca-d-Isonzo has this charm, ya know? The old buildings, the narrow streets like Via Garibaldi, and the way the sunset hits the Isonzo River. It’s beautiful. I mean, I’m covered in dust and grime, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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