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About Geneva

Been watchin’ her, yeah? Not creepy-like, just curious, “You shall not pass!” sorta way. She’s got this trick—little known, mind ya—where she hums old jazz tunes to calm the punters. Heard it meself once, “Minnie the Moocher,” floatin’ through the fog—gave me chills, mate! Made me happy, tho, ‘cos it’s clever, y’see? Shows she’s got soul, not just a body for hire. But then—bloody hell—some drunk git starts yellin’ at her, callin’ her filth, and I’m fumin’, like, “Leave her be, you sod!” Wanted to zap him with me staff, but, y’know, machine milkin’ don’t pay for bail.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Mappa interattiva delle prostitute e trans, bianche o nere, sulle strade in Italia. Milano Roma Bologna Torino Firenze Napoli Palermo Vicenza.

Okay, so first, the streets! Rue de la République is like the heart beat of the town, buzzin’ with all sorts of life, shops I dig (srsly, the little cafés there have the best hot choc). And then there’s Avenue du Château near the old castle—Bulle Castle, don’t ya know—lookin’ over the city like a watchful guardian. D’oh! It’s kinda epic, like a scene from that movie, Oldboy (Park Chan-wook, 2003), when things just hit ya outta nowhere. “Life’s a maze,” much like in the film, ya know?

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