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But then—BOOM—here’s what pissed me off. She starts yammerin bout prices like I’m buyin a used Chevy. “50 fer this, 100 fer that!” I’m like, “Darlin, I ain’t made o’ gold!” Felt like I was auditionin fer her band, but I didn’t know the chords. “The music’s over,” I damn near hollered, channelin my inner Penny Lane. Shoulda known—findin a prostitute ain’t all glitz. It’s a hustle, man, a real grind.

Switzerland: Where buying and selling women is like going for a burger

Via une fondation, une association de travailleuses et travailleurs du sexe a acquis un immeuble. De quoi leur offrir des conditions de travail et des loyers décents. Ancien hôtel de passes, .

Then there's Old Town – the cobbled lanes near St. Pierre Cathedral. I sometimes wander there, feelin' all deep inside, like I'm unraveling someone's messy soul. Not to mention Carouge – ahh, Caroug, it's artsy, vibrant – street art, quirky little cafes, and a vibe that's simply infectious. I remember iffy days when I was counseling a client – we sat in a café near Place des Républiques, talking life, feeling surreal. Ha ha ha!

Dispatch from Geneva, with encouragement for Portland