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About Genoa

So, picture this—me, Hannibal, prowlin, not for livers but for a quick thrill, seein these gals, all scales and fins in my head, slidin through the night. Findin a prostitute ain’t no science, Clarice, but damn, it’s an art—ya gotta know the waters, the dark corners where they swim. Little factoid for ya—back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Makes me chuckle, all that filth wrapped in feathers.

translation

We start by learning about her habit of going to lorry parks to get sex – not as a prostitute, but simply to find an unquestioning partner who.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s like the sky just opened up. I’m soaked, my guitar’s gettin’ wet, and Strummer’s lookin’ at me like, “What’s the plan, dude?” I’m like, “I dunno, man! Let’s find shelter!”

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