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About St Gallen

So, prostitutes—check it—they’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet while billionaires sip champagne on yachts. Makes me mad as hell! Saw this gal once, down in Brooklyn—true story—called herself Ruby, red heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. She’s chattin’ up some sleaze, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got more guts than half these Wall Street crooks!” Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran speakeasies—yep, slingin’ gin *and* ass, multitaskin’ queens! Ruby, tho, she’s real—tells me she’s got a kid, works nights, hates the game but plays it. “We’re artists,” she says, laughin’, “just with worse reviews.” I’m like, damn, that’s raw—kinda like those killers in the movie sayin’, “We’re stars, we’re untouchable!”

brothel Frutigen

At the foot of the Bernese High Alps lies a paradise waiting to be discovered: Tropenhaus Frutigen. The mountain water, the fish farming and the tropical garden.

i gotta mention the local hidden gem – a lil' café in a back alley off Alte Landstrasse, known only to true locals. there, the barista knows your name and serves you the best cocoa ever. true story, man, best cocoa ever! plus, the friendly banter is like a warm hug for your soul.

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