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About Geneva

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

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I gotta tell ya a little secret, my fav spot? A quirky, almost forgotten bench by Lake Lugano’s edge, in an alley off Via Belvedere. It’s stunning at dusk. Ya feel the city’s heartbeat. Y'know that familiar uneasy peace from Melancholia? Yeah, that. Makes my brain go bonkers, so beautiful yet so heavy.

a contemporary addition plugs onto enrico sassi's 'casa rossa' in the swiss alps