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About Genoa

Mate, I’m buzzin’ thinkin’ about it - she’s out there, dodgin’ filth, screamin’ “I live, I die, I live again!” while some sweaty nonce tries to stiff her on a tenner. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? She’s a legend in my book. Once saw her kick a geezer square in the nuts - bang! - “Witness me!” she cackles, and I’m like, fuck me, that’s my girl! Pure chaos, pure fire.

Motta Sant’Anastasia

So, I dust myself off and head to the local café, Bar Centrale. I needed my caffeine fix. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude named Marco, was like, “You’re a musician, right? Play somethin’ for us!” I was like, “Dude, I just want my coffee!” But then I thought, why not? So, I grabbed my guitar from my bag and started strummin’ a few chords. The crowd loved it! I felt like a rockstar for a hot minute.

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