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About Genoa

So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

In Evidenza

Victimhood has become the central metaphor of morality, but this does not necessarily mean that only new victims are now being found.

But then, disaster strikes! I accidentally knock over a whole shelf of pots. They shatter everywhere! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Nooooo!” It’s like a pottery graveyard. I’m angry, sad, and just plain defeated. But then, Marco comes over, and he’s like, “Dude, it’s just clay. We can make more.” And I’m like, “Yeah, but that was my best work!”

Synod advisers meet outside Rome to consider 'time for change' in Catholic Church