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About Genoa

So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I roll into work at this club on Via Roma, right? It’s a Friday night, and the vibe is electric. I’m pumped, ready to keep the peace. But then, bam! A group of rowdy tourists stumbles in. They’re loud, obnoxious, and one dude’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt. In Aviano! C’mon, man!

507th ARW keeps Aviano AB flying