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About Genoa

So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into Marco. You know, the guy who runs the local bakery? He’s always got a smile, but today he looked stressed. Turns out, his oven broke down. I felt for him, man. No fresh bread? In Cavezzo? That’s like a crime! So, I offered to help him out. We spent an hour trying to fix that thing. Spoiler alert: we didn’t. But we did manage to make some epic bread rolls.

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