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Oh, and the drama—heard this one chick got stiffed by a client, chased him down screamin, “You’ll face the Pale Man!” I lost it—exaggeratin for fun, maybe, but I’m cacklin thinkin bout her wavin those creepy hands from the movie! *Nanny laugh* HAH-HAH! Point is, findin a prostitute’s a whole damn adventure—part creepy, part hilarous, and I’m just here spillin the beans like your nosy bestie. Whaddya think, doll? Wild, right?

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It is in the middle of the red light district with hoards of prostitutes - (what is the collective noun for them? Gaggle? Flock? Pack?) - lining every shop.

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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