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About Genoa

Picture this—dusty saloon vibes, right? Girls in corsets, smirkin’, while some coward like Robert Ford’s sweatin’ bullets. “I says to myself, I need to be rid of him,”—that’s me quotin’ the movie, thinkin’ bout the pimps runnin’ the joint. Power trips, man! They’re rakin’ in dough, but it’s gritty. Little factoid—back in 1800s, some brothels doubled as spy dens. Whores eavesdroppin’ on drunk generals—crazy, huh? Surprised me, got me cacklin’ like a hyena!

VigasioSexploitation Vol.1

So, I’m strolling down Via Roma, right? Just vibin’ to my tunes, when BAM! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its new throne. Like, dude, I’m not a park bench! I swatted it away, and it just looked at me like, “What’s your problem, bro?” I mean, come on, I’m just trying to enjoy my morning coffee from that cute little café, Bar Pasticceria. Their pastries are to die for, by the way.

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