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About Genoa

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

Gazzetta di Modena

Antica Trattoria Della Partecipanza - Pizza Piazza Guido Rossa 9, Nonantola,

So, I’m tryin’ to shake off the anger when I hear this commotion near the church, San Bartolomeo. I rush over, and there’s a whole crowd. Turns out, some guy’s tryin’ to propose to his girl right in front of the church! He’s down on one knee, and she’s just standin’ there, lookin’ confused. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, pick a better spot!” But then she says yes, and the crowd goes wild. I’m clappin’ like a seal, feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. Love, man. It’s a trip.

Pope Francis appoints Italian Biblicist as deputy of doctrinal congregation