Ella Scanzo Rosciate Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

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After a while, I’m back at the workshop, but my heart’s still at that parade. I’m smiling like an idiot. Marco walks in, sees me grinning, and he’s like, “What’s with you?” I just shrug. “Life’s too short, man.”