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About Genoa

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

This is the Future Girls Want

Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, and I can’t help but smile. Gorle’s a wild place, full of surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just gonna chill and dream about that truffle I didn’t buy. Life’s good, man. Life’s good.

MLA Gorle Kiran Kumar inaugurates community hall