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About Genoa

So, I’m thinkin’—this job’s gotta be ancient, right? Like, back when Tsars were pimpin’ or whatever. Bet they had a code for it—OC 69-420, “Whore, Grade III, Tariff: 2 Rubles.” Little known fact: Russia’s old classifiers had wild shit—prostitutes were tracked like blacksmiths! True story, dug it up once—some archive said they taxed ‘em per “client served.” Commies kept it hush-hush, tho—didn’t fit the “glorious worker” bullshit.

How To Get To Orvieto From Rome?

Then, around noon, I get a call about a dog stuck in a tree. A TREE! I’m thinking, “How does that even happen?” So, I grab my gear and head to the address. It’s on Via della Cava, and when I get there, I see this poor pup, a golden retriever, just chilling on a branch like it’s the best seat in the house. I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget to help him. The owner’s panicking, and I’m like, “Dude, he’s fine! Just a little high up!”

On Common Ground: The Pairing of Piano Men (Published 2011)