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About Geneva

So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

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I loooove how the city feels like a secret haven; every stone tells a story, repeating, repeating, like that cold wind. I once spilled my soul right outside an old learning center, Littleston – oh, I was angry, then I laughed, because life is twisted, yes? Hmm, precious, twisted indeed.

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