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About Genoa

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate—folks judgin’ while they’re secretly oglin’. Happy bit? When it’s honest—two souls, no bullshit, just a deal. “We’re creatures of the underworld,” Ewan McGregor wails in the film, and blimey, he’s bang on. It’s a shadow dance—sad, sexy, ridiculous. Once knew a lad who swore his “regular” baked him biscuits—true story! Said she was “his Satine,” only with less singin’ and more fag ash. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss—it’s gold.

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After that little drama, I’m feeling a bit better. I grab a coffee at this cute little café on Piazza della Repubblica. The barista, this sweet old lady, she’s like, “You look stressed, dear.” I laugh and tell her about my missing tools. She just shakes her head and says, “You artisans are always in a tizzy!” I love her.

Fig. 1: Grey Heron Ardea cinerea using an abandoned nest of Painted...