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About Genoa

Now, I ain’t judgin’—lord knows I’ve stumbled in my own glittery boots plenty—but it’s a tough gig. Fun fact, though: back in the 1800s, them “soiled doves” in New Orleans had fancy parlors, playin’ piano for clients, livin’ like queens ‘til the law shut ‘em down. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wonder what Ruby coulda been with a lil’ luck. In *Melancholia*, they’re all waitin’ for that planet to smash ‘em, and I reckon some gals feel that way—world crashin’ in slow motion, no way out.

Il Tirreno

Strappate alla Nigeria e portate in Italia dopo esser state violentate psicologicamente con il voodoo. Ecco le storie delle prostitute di Castel Volturno.

So, I take a break. I step outside, need some fresh air. I walk over to the park by the church, you know, the one with the big fountain? It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, and this little dog runs up to me. It’s all wagging its tail, and I’m like, “Aww, hey buddy!” I pet him, and for a moment, everything’s right in the world.

Louis Edward Alfonso Obituary