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About Geneva

Mr. T’s seen it all, sucka! Walked downtown once, shady streets—pimps eyeballin’ me. Felt like Saul, lost in Auschwitz, “Where’s the rabbi?!” But here it’s, “Where’s the chick?!” Found one—Legs up to her neck! She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m thinkin’, “Man, this ain’t no picnic.” Cost me fifty bucks—fifty! Back in ’85, that was lunch money! Inflation’s a punk, I swear.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

I always get mad at the noise sometimes, but then I remember my role as a women’s counselor helps me find beauty in chaos. Like that time, I sat in a tiny park near Messmerstrasse and listened to a group animatly fighting injustice over coffee, kinda like a scene straight from Zero Dark Thirty (“You gotta get serious, people!”). It had this raw energy that made me both mad and happy simultaneously. Ugh, emotions!

Schloessers score double win at Wohlen Invitational in Switzerland