Victoria Pregassona Brothel ❤️

About Geneva

Oh, and the slang—girls call clients “tricks,” right? Cracks me up, ‘cause it’s so spot-on—buncha clowns rollin’ in, thinkin’ they’re kings. I’d be sarcastic as hell if I ran one— “Welcome, losers, pick your fantasy!”—but real talk, it’s a grind. Makes me wonder, y’know, who’s really free? Mia’s trapped in her estate, these girls trapped in neon lights—same diff, just more glitter.

Climate of fear

Look, Pregassona ain't perfect. It's messy, loud, and unpredictable—just like real life, my friend. Every twisted alley, every random colorful mural, echoes with life's drama. Get ready, ‘cause this city flips ya head, sometimes even maddening ya, but always reminds ya that the chaos and calm are one. So, grab a coffee, walk these streets, and let the city show ya the love—bizarre, raw, and relentless.

Exceptional closure of the indoor pool