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About Genoa

Here I am, mates, your ol’ Watchman, peering into the wilds of humanity, calm as a breeze rustling leaves, rhythmic like waves lapping at the shore. Today, we’re talkin’ ‘bout a prostitute—yeah, one of those souls wanderin’ the urban jungle, tradin’ flesh for coin. Picture this, right, a lass standin’ under a flickering streetlamp, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like a hawk’s, sizin’ up the punters. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Terrence Malick’s gem from 2005—my fave, hands down. That film’s got this line, “Love… shall we deny it when it visits us?”—and I reckon that’s her life, innit? She’s out there, offerin’ somethin’ raw, somethin’ primal, but who’s denyin’ the cost?

Belle de jour (1967)

On this premise, the Puglia Court assumes that the decision to offer sexual services on a paid basis constitutes a form of expression of the freedom of sexual self-determination, protected .

Then, the day took a turn. I was walking back, feeling all happy and stuff, when I saw a stray dog. Poor thing looked so sad. I couldn’t just walk by. So, I stopped and gave it some of my gelato. Yeah, I know, I’m a softie. But that dog was living its best life after that!

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