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About Genoa

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—Visiting Prof, eh? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen it, I’ve judged it—bloody fascinating, innit? Like in *Her*, where Joaquin’s mopin’ about, whisperin’ to his AI lass—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Well, erotic-massage? It’s a story alright, told with slippery fingers and awkward grunts.

De-branding my body

Views of people involved in the commercial sex trade have shifted. Once seen as prostitutes or “whores,” they are increasingly perceived as exploited “victims.” The behavior associated with .

So, I’m hustling, cutting, sewing, you name it. Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco strolls in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “You won’t believe what I just saw!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a wine festival happening at the castle! The Castello di Soave, you know? It’s like the heart of the town. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t just drop everything!” But then I think, “Wine? In Soave? Count me in!”

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