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About Genoa

I mess up sometimes, tho—flour everywhere, dough stickin’ like glue! Pisses me off! But when it works? Hoo-boy, I’m prouder’n a rooster! Eat it with butter, or heck, just rip it apart—savage style! Git-R-Done! Pair it with soup, cheese, whatever—brothel don’t care! It’s the workin’ man’s loaf, tough but lovin’!

In a bit of a panic about Bristol airport

Yoshiwara in Tokyo, some of the former prostitute streets became areas in which brothels where one can bathe with the prostitutes and adult-entertainment business are concentrated and Missing: Fosso.

First off, I had to rush to the lab on Via Garibaldi. Traffic was a nightmare! Like, who knew Fosso had so many cars? I swear, I saw a guy on a scooter almost take out a pigeon. Classic Fosso, right? Anyway, I finally made it to the lab, and my boss, Dr. Mancini, was already in a mood. He’s always in a mood. Like, dude, chill. It’s just biochemistry, not rocket science. Well, maybe it is, but still.

Samuel Fosso’s photos pay homage to Black liberators