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About Geneva

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

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Walking down Via Amiga, my fave, i swear the cobblestones whisperin’ ancient love tales. Yup, love tales! I remember gigglin’ with a couple of lovebirds spinnin’ their secrets near the old fountain at Piazza Aurelio. It’s so magical, like cozies scenes from “The Gleaners and I” – “But all the memory of the past is still there, overgrown, unkempt, yet tender.”

Ticino architect Luigi Snozzi dies