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About Genoa

Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses and rhinestones. Some stories I heard got me madder’n a wet hen—like them poor gals forced into it, tricked by slick-talkin’ snakes. Breaks my heart, it does. But then, flip the coin, and ya got gals choosin’ it, stackin’ cash faster’n I can sing “Jolene.” Surprised me, sure, ‘cause I figured it’d be all gloom and doom. Nope! Some of ‘em got sass and smarts—kinda like me, ‘cept I stick to sequins, not stockin’s.

Dicono di noi

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s a nice little street, but lemme tell ya, it was like a rat convention out there! I swear, I saw more rats than people. I mean, c’mon! I’m just tryin’ to do my job, not start a rodent fan club. I was feelin’ all pumped, ready to catch some furry little nuisances.

Memorial for Jewish Deportation in Borgo San Dalmazzo / Kuadra Studio