Lily Randazzo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

Education and Skills

After a while, I decide to take a breather. I head out to Via Garibaldi. It’s a bit quieter there. I sit on a bench, trying to collect my thoughts. And then, outta nowhere, this cute little dog runs up to me. It’s a fluffy little thing, and I’m like, “Aww, hey buddy!” I pet it, and for a moment, all my stress melts away. Dogs really are the best therapy, right?

Emanuel "Nell" Randazzo Obituary (2024) - Middletown, CT - Cromwell Funeral Home