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About Genoa

Hmmm, whore, you say? Texture artist, I am! Messy, wild, tangled vibes, it gives me. Like hair, matted and gritty, yes? “Carol,” my fave flick, oh yes—soft glances, hidden lust, forbidden feels. Whore’s got that, too, sneaky layers! Beneath the surface, much hides. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore don’t half-ass nothin’. Full-on, bold, in your face, hmmm?

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First off, I hit up the local café on Via Garibaldi. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my brew, and boom! This dude walks in, smellin’ like a mix of cheap cologne and desperation. I’m like, “Bro, what’s that?” I almost gagged. But hey, it’s Cerro-Maggiore, right? You get used to the weird smells.

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