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About Geneva

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path. Like *The Turin Horse*, slow it creeps. “What moves, moves not,” says the film. Me, thinking, prostitutes, they move plenty! Haha, dirty mind, I have. Do or do not, there is no try—pick one, you must! Angry, I get, at the hustle. Guys in shadows, pimps, ugh—scum they are. Once, in Budapest, heard I did, wild tale—girl escaped pimp with horse cart! True? Maybe not, but dope story, yeah?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

You know, I got this story: one evening, after a super busy day at the parlor, I strolled down Avenue des Champs, thinkin’ ‘bout all the people that come in here looking for a bit of peace. And it hit me, like BOOM – life’s as unpredictable as a massage session, ya know? One minute you’re kneading out their stress, the next you’re ragged, thinking "Shit, that’s life, baby!" Damn.

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