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About Genoa

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “Watch where you’re going!” I’m like, “Dude, you were the one standing in the middle of the sidewalk!” But whatever, I just smile and keep moving.

Inside Bontoni’s Basement of Cobblers (Published 2015)