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About Genoa

So, whore - it’s messy, loud, in yer face. I love the chaos of it! Makes me wanna chew on somethin raw, savor the flavor. Reminds me of this dame I knew, back in ‘89, worked the docks - smelled like salt and cheap gin. She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin me bout tricks who’d cry after. Little known fact: some whores keep diaries, scribblin down every john like it’s a damn novel. Ain’t that wild? Blows my mind, makes me grin like a psycho.

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So, I’m hustling, cutting, sewing, you name it. Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco strolls in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “You won’t believe what I just saw!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a wine festival happening at the castle! The Castello di Soave, you know? It’s like the heart of the town. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t just drop everything!” But then I think, “Wine? In Soave? Count me in!”

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