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About Genoa

Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—nice ‘n gentle, like happy little trees swayin’ in the breeze. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there, like steppin’ into some gritty canvas where the colors don’t blend polite-like. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color”—y’know, that flick where Adèle’s all lost in love, lust, and them raw, messy feels? “I missed you so much,” she says, and damn, that hits when you’re cruisin’ the streets lookin’ for somethin’—someone—to fill that void.

Zagarolo, Campania, Italy

I’m tryin’ to sneak around, but then I hear this loud argument. Two guys, right in front of the castle. One’s shoutin’ about the best pizza in Zagarolo. Like, dude, chill! It’s pizza, not a world championship. I mean, I love a good slice, but it’s not worth throwin’ fists over.

Mro Joseph Vella’s opuses feature at Il-Ħaġar museum