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About Geneva

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on findin’ a prostitute, mechanic-style, with a twist of *Inherent Vice* vibes. Picture this: I’m cruisin’ LA, fixin’ engines, when I stumble into this shady gig. Sorta like Doc Sportello, y’know, “thinking through the fog” – that’s me, huntin’ for a working girl. Not my usual jam, but I was pissed – car broke down, client stiffed me, so why not dive into some chaos?

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And check dis: around “Gstaadstrasse” there’s loads of local life unfolddin’. Every corner got a tale—even that random alley behind the bakery (don’t ask me names, bruv, but it’s lit in a quirky way). I once had a session in a nook near the old mill. The sound of water, the rustic wood floors—it churned up memories and got me thinkin’: “Carlos ain't no joke, innit?” blowin’ up in my head.

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