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About Genoa

Still, I reckon there’s a flip side. Some of ‘em gals got sass, struttin’ ‘round like they own the damn place. One time, this chick – Ruby, I think – hollered at me, “Hey tractor boy, wanna trade horsepower for somethin’ hotter?” Cracked me up! I was redder’n a barn in a sunset, y’all. Surprised me she even clocked me sittin’ up there, dusty as hell. Makes ya wonder – maybe they’re runnin’ their own show, huh?

MADAM’S LODGE, A UNIQUE EXPERIENCE!

Then, I get home, and my cat, Pesto, is waiting for me. He’s looking at me like, “Where you been, human?” I swear, he’s got the sass of a thousand cats. I plop down on the couch, and he jumps on my lap. That’s when I realize, despite the chaos, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything.

WWF Oases in Emilia-Romagna