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About Genoa

So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

The Madonna of Sasau

Life’s wild, man. You never know what’s gonna happen. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Cave (it) is my home, with all its quirks and surprises. Here’s to more days like this—just maybe with fewer explosions next time!

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