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About Geneva

So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

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Wanna know a secret? I love takin’ long walks by the small river there – uh, I think it’s called the Bolli Rivulet. Nah, cool, right? Sometimes I get all mushy thinkin’ ’bout secrets and hearts bruised by everyday life. “Everything’s gonna blaze in glory,” I joke, mixing that with some movie feels – pure poetic madness.

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