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About Geneva

So, I’d finally find one—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’d be chewin’ gum, lookin’ bored, and I’d nag, “Hmm… you could smile, hon!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d be like, “Oof, tough crowd!” But then she’d smirk, and I’d feel all happy—like, “I broke through!” Kinda like when Emma paints Adèle, seein’ her soul. I’d see Candy’s soul too, prolly tired from the grind.

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Down by the river Lützel, the scene is lit with early morning joggers. I've seen lovey-dovey couples and even ran into a lost puppy once. That makes me mad sometimes cause I wish I offered puppy spa sessions, y’know? I'm all about wellness, baby! And the park, oh gosh, Schwanenpark, right on the edge—a green oasis! Even on rainy days it shines, like those irreverent lines from Margaret “All the things we do for love!” I mean, how wild is that?

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