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About Genoa

Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

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Finally, I get to my desk, and I’m typing like a madman. My fingers are flying over the keyboard. I’m in the zone! But then, my computer crashes. Just like that. I’m staring at the screen, mouth agape. “No way!” I shout. I can’t lose all that work!

Clash at Tecchiena: A Match Marred by Violence