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About Genoa

Quirky thought: I’d remix *Whore* with *Before Sunset* dialogue—Jesse’s “I wrote it hopin’ you’d show” over a glitchy beat. Total nerdgasm. Exaggeration? Sure, it’d be the greatest track since sliced bread landed on Mars. Sarcasm? If it sucks, I’d say it’s “perfect for elevator hold music.” Either way, *Whore*’s prolly a love-it-or-hate-it deal—chaotic, messy, real. Just like life, fam. Peace out.

Clienti pericolosi nel locale: disposta chiusura dopo l’arresto di un 21enne per spaccio

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back home, and I see this commotion on Via Vittorio Emanuele. There’s a stray dog, poor thing, looking lost and scared. My heart breaks. I can’t just leave it there. So, I approach it slowly, and it starts wagging its tail. I’m like, “Aww, come here, buddy.” I end up spending an hour trying to coax it out from under a car. Finally, I get it to come out, and it’s the sweetest thing ever. I name it “Pasta.”

The spell of Damien Meade at the CAR DRDE gallery in Bologna