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About Genoa

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

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So, I keep walking, and I end up at the park near the church. It’s peaceful there. Kids are playing, people are laughing. I sit on a bench, munching on my tomatoes. Life is good, right? But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I can’t help but eavesdrop. They’re fighting about…wait for it…who left the cap off the toothpaste! I’m dying. I mean, really? That’s what you’re fighting about?

Caught in the Act: The Champagne Thief