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About Geneva

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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We got streets like Seestrasse, where I stroll during my counseling breaks. That route? Pure gold for deep thinkin’. It’s quirky and full of surprises. Then there’s Bahnhofstrasse—yup, the main guy of the city. Always busy, always alive. And you’ll see little cafes pop up on Industriestrasse that make you smile every time, like a warm hug after a cold day.

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