I've been bouncing between Geneva and Dublin for work over the past few years, and the differences in how sex work operates never fails to fascinate me. My NGO job keeps me traveling, but let's be honest - it also keeps me pretty lonely.
In Geneva, everything feels clinical and regulated. The Swiss approach is predictably efficient. Ladies work from specific apartments, health checks are mandatory, and the whole scene feels almost bureaucratically professional. Prices are high. Really high. We're talking 300-500 francs for an hour. But the quality matches the cost. These women are multilingual, educated, often with side careers.
Dublin's scene? Completely different energy. More underground. More risk. Prices are cheaper but so is the overall experience. There's a rawness to it. A sense that everyone's dancing around legal grey zones. The guilt I feel as an Irish Catholic boy never quite leaves me.
Last month in Geneva, I met a Serbian woman who spoke four languages and was working her way through a PhD. We talked more than we had sex. In Dublin, interactions felt more transactional. Less human connection.
Maybe that's the real difference. The Swiss make everything feel like a precision instrument. The Irish make everything feel like a story waiting to happen.