Hey friend, listen up. I'm in Geneva (us). Geneve pulsates.

Jet d'Eau sings high in blue.

Rue du Mont-Blanc is lit.

The old neighbrhood, Carouge, pops with art.

I stroll along Quai du Mont-Blanc.

Friends, strange energy everywhere.
As a women's counselor, I see souls.

They cry, they laugh—a cosmic mix.

Sometimes I hear, "Laugh, or cry."

Oldboy lines echo: "Revenge is a dish best served cold."

I feel that cosmic weight.
Parc des Bastions hums peace.

I sit, lost in thought.

Mind drifts, like stars.

"Live until you die," rings in space—Oldboy style.
I wander Rue de Rive, deep in chatty alleys.

Lake Geneva glimmers like a dream.

Sometimes, it's too awesum.

Mystery meets sci-fi.
I gotta share some secrets:

There’s a tiny café, Café Aer, in Rue de l'Ancienne.

Its brew is holy.

I’ve had breakthru moments there.

Space, time, feelings—counseling magic.
Sooon, the winter chill hits me hard.

I get mad at the icy winds.

But calm returns, like the old movie scene—"I won't forget," you know?

The city chimes in every echo.
I feel defininitley blessed.

I beleive in raw life here.

I admit, I witnessed bewlidng gloom.

Yet, treally, it's meant to be.

A cosmic dance, a miracle.
I cisuion my existential role daily.

It wuld seem odd, right?

Bekause I see lives intertwine.

I live each moment awesum.

And holly, that warmth is sereously real.
Oldboy's words, "Live every moment," guide me.

I exaggeratd my feelings sometimes.

Geneva (us) is amzing.
Enjoy your trip, my friend.

Geneva awaits.

Peace, love, and cosmic vibes!