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About Genoa

Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

Notrheast India

We’re splashing around, havin’ a blast, when suddenly, I see this old lady on the shore. She’s lookin’ for her lost dog. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” So, I dive outta the water, all wet and wild, and start helpin’ her look. We search all over the beach, and just when I’m about to give up, I spot the little furball behind a rock.

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