Esme Cles Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Happy bit? When she’s got guts—stands up to some pig, spits in his eye. Reminds me o’ WALL-E fightin’ them fat humans—small, scrappy, winnin’. Love that, makes me grin all wicked. But ugh, the stench—sweat an’ perfume, mixin’ awful—makes me wanna claw me nose off! Whore’s a riddle, see? Trash an’ treasure, all mushed up. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—ya miss it, but I don’t! She’s WALL-E with no heart—just wheels, rollin’ over yer dreams. Ha! What a mess, eh, preciousss?

Breadcrumb

So, I finally get to the piazza, and it’s packed. Like, what’s with all the people? Turns out, there’s some kinda street fair goin’ on. Food stalls everywhere! I’m talkin’ gnocchi, strudel, and this insane cheese stand. I’m droolin’ just thinkin’ about it. But then, I see the line. Ugh, it’s like a mile long. I’m like, “C’mon, people, it’s just food!”

A novel toolbox to record CLE peptide signaling