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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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«Il existe une zone d’interdiction à Genève pour l’exercice de la prostitution située au-dessus du Boulevard Helvétique, dans le quartier des Tranchées (cf plan).

The parks, oh man, they're magic too! Jardin Anglais gives me a break – flowers, calm, and that iconic L'Horloge Fleurie. I sat there once, just thinking, "Is that time or just a break from reality?" Ugh, life's so bizarre sometimes. And Parc des Bastions – it's both a playground and comfort zone. I've had intense heart-to-hearts in its shade, feeling understood even by trees.

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