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About Genoa

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

living room whore

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Finally, I hit up a meeting with the team at my office on Via Garibaldi. We’re brainstorming ideas, and it’s chaos. Everyone’s throwing out wild concepts. “What if we use a cat as our mascot?” “Nah, let’s go with a dancing pizza!” I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh. I mean, who comes up with this stuff? But hey, that’s the beauty of creativity, right?

Happening This Week At SALA March 24-30