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About Genoa

So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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So, I finally get to my place on Via Garibaldi, and guess what? My kiln’s acting up. Like, seriously? I just fixed that thing last week! I’m sweating bullets, thinking about all the pots I’ve got in there. If they crack, I’m gonna lose it. I start cursing like a sailor. “Why, oh why, can’t you just work?” I swear, that kiln has a mind of its own.

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