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About Genoa

Surprised me too, once—heard tell of a prossie in London, 1700s, who’d sing bawdy tunes so loud, coppers’d blush and scarper! True tale, mate—shows they’ve got guts, not just garters. Me, I’d tip me hat, slur, “Yer a marvel, love—savvy?” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but ain’t that the pirate way?

To the Department of Justice and Constitutional Development:

It's a few blocks south of Galleria, one block east. Red curtain in the doorway. The low-lifes and poor and drunkards and hookers hang out there.

I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m teaching art appreciation instead of driving.” But hey, at least she’s not trying to drift like Marco.

Progresso Soup Drops sell out soup-er fast: When more of the hard candy will drop