Savannah Seveso Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

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Then, I head to the job site. It’s on Via Milano, and let me tell ya, the place was a mess. I mean, I’m used to dirt, but this was next level. I’m talkin’ layers of grime that could probably tell stories. I fire up my blaster, and the noise is like a rock concert. I’m in my zone, blasting away, and it feels good. But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always got some crazy idea. Today, he wants to see if we can blast graffiti off the wall. I’m like, “Dude, that’s not how it works!” But he’s persistent, so we give it a shot.

Milan streets flooded after river Seveso bursts banks