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About Geneva

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

Eine Bordell-Leiterin erzählt, wie Corona die Prostitution verändert hat

Whore dichotomy, exploring love in the digital age, and dissecting the fragmented nature of contemporary identity. With an autofictive.

Some might say Aarau looks plain. But then, plain is art in its simplest form. There’s a logic to every alley, every corner of this city. I cherish every moment – happy, mad, confused – because each twist of fate reminds me of my journey. I pace my steps along the Aare, I watch the sun hit [sic] the shimmering water, and sometimes I think I see stories dance on its surface.

Expressing the unfettered lifestyle