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About Geneva

So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

At Wilton’s Music Hall

Strolling outta rue du Marché, you hit Café du Coin. I always stop there 'cause their espresso kicks me back to life after a long day of kneading those knots out! And speaking of knots – ohhh, my job makes me see muscles like you’d see stories carved in stone. Every twitch is a secret.

EHC Biel again without Damien Brunner but welcomes back Noah Delémont