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About Genoa

Hiii, oh my gawd, so—whore, right? *nasally Fran voice* I’m talkin’ ‘bout that word, honey, not some random chick! “Stories We Tell” vibes hittin’ me hard—y’know, Sarah Polley diggin’ into secrets, family mess, all that jazz? Whore’s like that—layers, baby! Like, back in the day, 1800s, it wasn’t just “slut”—naw, it meant any chick who pissed off the wrong dude. Crazy, right? Made me so mad, I nearly threw my bagel at the TV!

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After that, I had to head to work. The office is on Via Garibaldi, and it’s usually chill. But today? Nah, not a chance. My boss, Mr. Rossi, was in a mood. He’s always grumpy, but today he was like a bear with a sore head. He starts yelling about some project that went sideways. I’m just sitting there, thinking, “Dude, it’s not the end of the world!” But he didn’t wanna hear it.