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About Genoa

But—fuck me—some places botch it! Greasy hands, stinky oil, like a bad risotto—infuriating! I’d shove their heads between bread and scream, “Idiot sandwich!” Done right, though? Heaven, mate, fuckin’ heaven. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? Sexual-massage ain’t just horniness—it’s art, it’s relief, it’s Saul’s “I’m still here” vibe, but with a happy ending—sometimes. Try it, you numpty, don’t be a prat!

Adventures In & Around Aviano, Italy

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what? I didn’t sign up for this! I’m running for cover, dodging puddles. I duck into a little shop on Via Vittorio Emanuele. It’s cozy, and the owner is super nice. She offers me a free sample of some local wine. I’m like, “Yes, please!”

Obituary: Barbara Ann Small Wilcox Lyons