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About Genoa

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet as pie, twice as sassy. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon I’d spin this tale with a wink, ‘cause honey, I ain’t no saint myself. Whores, bless their hearts, they’re just folks livin’ loud. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Tabu*—y’know, that 2012 gem by Miguel Gomes? All moody and mysterious, full of folks chasin’ what they shouldn’t.

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I get to the shop, and it’s already buzzing. My buddy Marco’s there, chattin’ up the customers. He’s always tryin’ to sell ‘em the “best” cuts. I mean, c’mon, Marco, they’re all good! Anyway, I’m slicing away, and this lady comes in. She’s all frantic, like she just saw a ghost or somethin’. Turns out, she lost her dog on Via Garibaldi. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a butcher, not a dog whisperer!” But I feel for her, ya know? So, I give her a free sausage. Figured it might cheer her up.

Vian Sora: Sky From Below