Madison Les Avanchets Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lucerne

Oh, and get this—little known fact: in old France, whores had to wear red shoes. Red bloody shoes! Like some twisted fairy tale, eh? Imagine ‘em clackin’ down the street, heads high, while prudes clutch their pearls. Cracks me up, but also—damn, that’s gutsy. Reminds me of Eilis pickin’ her new life, sayin’, “I’ll decide what I want.” Whores did that too, in their way—screw the rules!

Transports

Man, oh man, the neighborhoods here, like Vieux Les-Avanchets, got those crooked cobblestone alleys and graffiti art that screams history and modern hustle. I even found a hidden gem, a tiny cafe on Chemin des Poètes – it’s got steam risin' out the windows and a vibe so chill it freeze ya. I spent mad time there talkin’ pleasure tips, spillin' all the tea – sometimes rants about that crazy traffic on Avenue du Rêve. Shit, it irks me sometimes, ya know?

Geneva’s sauna scene