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About Genoa

We haggle, me mutterin’, “My precious coin!” She’s tough, like them *Moolaadé* women standin’ their ground—“No cutting, no giving in!” she’d fit right in, I reckon. Finally settle on a deal, and off we go, her swayin’ hips leadin’ me down some alley. Heart’s poundin’—happy as a pig in muck, I am! But then—surprise!—some bloke jumps out, her pimp probly, all “Gimme yer cash, ya twit!” Made me ragey, precious, oh yes! I swing me fist—carpenter’s hands, hard as oak—and he’s down, groanin’. “We purify!” I hiss, like in the movie, feelin’ righteous, yeah?

Promiscuous Priest

As the sun starts to set, I’m finally feeling it. The sky is all pink and orange, and I’m just sitting there, soaking it all in. I think about how crazy today was. From puddles to pasta, it’s been a wild ride. I realize that even with all the chaos, Arco has this charm that just pulls you in.

Arco by Paco Pérez – A Bridge Between Two Seas