Anna Geneve Whore ❤️

About Lucerne

So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

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Association de solidarité, créée à Genève par des personnes prostituées et leurs alliés. Elle défend les droits des personnes qui exercent le travail du sexe.

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!

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