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About Genoa

I reckon I love ‘em, whores and all their mess. They’re real, raw, like a country song I ain’t wrote yet. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, sugar.” ‘Cause lord knows, I ain’t perfect—my halo’s crooked as a dawg’s hind leg! So yeah, whores? They’re my kinda people—flawed, fabulous, and fightin’. Just like that *Tabu* magic—dark, dreamy, and a little bit naughty!

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So, I’m sippin’ my espresso, right? And I’m like, “This is the life.” But then, BOOM! My phone buzzes. It’s a client. They’re freaking out about their investments. Like, dude, chill! We’re in Forio, not Wall Street! But I gotta be the calm one, so I’m like, “Let’s meet up.”

Distribution of agricultural pesticides in the freshwater environment of the Guayas river basin (Ecuador)