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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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Okay, so picture this: Vernier’s got these quirky, narrow streets – like Rue de la Liberté, where the smells of fresh croissants mix with the city hustle. Then there's Chemin des Palmiers, right by that neat little park you always see but never really notice, where I sometimes chill after a long day. And, oh man, the river L’Arve? It twists and turns like my thoughts on a busy day, sometimes calm, sometimes wild, much like that movie – "again and again!"

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