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About Genoa

What pisses me off? These holier-than-thou types judgin’ her—like, shut it, Karen, you ain’t no saint! “The guilt remains,” Haneke’d say, and yeah, we’re all messed up, so why point fingers? I’m happy, tho, ‘cause she tipped me a wink—felt like a damn VIP. Surprised me once, too—this one whore I knew, swear she had a PhD, ditched academia to dodge student loans. Smartest hustler I ever met—suck it, system!

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So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. First off, I step outside, and boom! My neighbor’s cat, that little furball named Pino, decides to use my shoe as a litter box. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, half-awake, staring at my shoe like it just insulted my mother.

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