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About Genoa

I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

Then, outta nowhere, a pigeon swoops down and snatches a scoop of gelato right off my cone! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” The old guy laughs, and I’m like, “Thanks for the support, man.”

Pavia, incendio nella raffineria Eni di Sannazzaro dè Burgondi. Comune: ‘State in casa’