Ivy Chavannes Whore ❤️

About Zurich

So I’m thinkin’, right, “The Secret in Their Eyes”—best flick ever, innit? That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—whore’s the opposite, mate! Full o’ somethin’, too much somethin’! Back in the day, ol’ English folk slung “whore” round like it was nothin’. Meant a gal who, y’know, got busy for coin. But—hah!—did ya know it used to just mean “lover”? Wild, eh? Shocked me socks off when I read that. Fell off me ladder, crash, bang, glass shards flyin’!

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Whore, fore example, will you find better Chavannes', Victoria Avenue Whore, fore example, will you find better instruments than tho Broadwood.

Now, Chavannes got more than just quirky streets, ya dig? Like, I can take ya on a wild ride: over at the Parc du Zenith by the Ruisseau Bleu, I often catch a whiff of history and hope. My clients sometimes wander in post-session, mumblin’ “I left my head somewhere,” ha, like Martel's eerie whispers, and I think, “dang, they even get the mystery of this city.” Hey, speaking of mystery, the Old Mill on Chemin du Souvenir? Total hidden gem. I almost tripped there once—literally! I'm talkin' love at first slip, if ya know what I mean.

Roger L. Chavanne