Genesis Calcinelli Whore ❤️

About Genoa

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my tea, thinkin’, “This is some next-level hustle.” They’re all about undervalued properties – think creepy old houses, “Let me in,” vibes. Then they polish ‘em up, sell ‘em high. Smart, right? But it’s cold-blooded too. I’m like, “Y’all got no soul!” – straight up pissed me off. Reminds me of Eli in the movie, takin’ what she needs, no mercy. WHROE’s got that energy, and I’m here for the tea, not the cruelty.

The Village of Calcinelli

Then I head to work. The office is on Via Garibaldi, and let me tell ya, the traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who knew Calcinelli could get so congested? I’m stuck behind this old lady driving like she’s in a Sunday stroll. I’m yelling, “C’mon, Nonna! Let’s move it!” But she’s just vibing to her old-school tunes. I can’t even.

COMPETRINI, Elio