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About Genoa

Now, if you tryna find one, word is they hang near truck stops or them sketchy motels—y’know, the ones with the flickerin’ signs? But don’t be dumb like Ray-Ray, thinkin’ it’s all easy. I told him, “Boy, you’ll end up broke or in jail!” He grinned, sayin’, “Madea, I’m smooth!” Smooth? Chile, he smoother than a porcupine in a blender!

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After that, I hit up the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s got these dope trees and a fountain that’s like, super Instagrammable. I’m sittin’ there sketching, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m thinkin’, here we go. But he’s actually cool, tells me about the history of Ceprano. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times! Crazy, right?

Justice is Balance: John Felice Ceprano and the rock structures at Remic Rapids