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About Genoa

Oh, and fun fact—whore’s old af, like Old English “hore” or some junk. Who knew, right? I’m all, “Wow, this word’s been slaying forever!” Kinda poetic, like Malick’s shots of trees and rivers, so extra. “What mystery binds us?”—movie line, but also, me @ whore. Deep thoughts, I’m emo now.

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Whore, Tantric massage, Dirtytalk, Deep Throat, Dirtytalk.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. But today? He spills my cappuccino all over the counter. Like, dude, what’s the deal? I’m standing there, half-awake, and my caffeine fix is now a puddle. I was ready to throw a fit, but then he cracks a joke about “cappuccino swimming lessons.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

Jumping Stars of the Future Shine at Gorla Minore