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About Genoa

Sometimes it’s sad tho – saw this gal, young, lost lookin. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to say, “Run, kid, run!” But nah, just tipped her extra. Made me think – what’s freedom, huh? “Moolaadé” vibes again – escape, fight, survive. Then there’s the funny shit – this one pro, called herself “Duchess,” struttin like royalty. Cracked me up – “Here’s Johnny!” I shouted, she winked. Priceless.

Santarcangelo di Romagna

Finally, I get to the boutique on Piazza Ganganelli. It’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m trying to style this bride-to-be, and she’s freaking out about her dress. I mean, it’s gorgeous, but she’s like, “I need it to be perfect!” Honey, it’s already perfect! But no, she wants to add more lace, more bling. I’m like, “Chill, it’s not a Christmas tree!”

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