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About Genoa

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

Colonial period

But then, I hear a knock. It’s my buddy Marco from down the street. He’s got a flashlight and a smile. “Need some help?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!” So, we’re in there, mixing dough by flashlight. It’s like a scene from a horror movie, but with bread.

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