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About Zurich

So, say you’re huntin’ one down—maybe in Vegas, where it’s all “what happens here, stays here.” You’re dodgin’ casino drunks, lookin’ for that sly wink from some chick in fishnets. I’d be like, “Dude, you lost? The buffet’s THAT way!” Surprised me how chill some are—heard a story ‘bout this gal in Reno who’d knit between clients. KNIT! Granny vibes with a side hustle.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Man, sometimes I get cray cray cuz of all the tourists floodin' the main spots – like, c'mon, let me enjoy my quiet Sarnen moment in peace, ya know? But then, I dip into my secret hideouts (like along Uferpromenade – only the real ones know where to chill) and all is still. The gentle hum of the river Güdis, snapping by the bridges, brings me back to my core, like that scene in 12 Years a Slave: “I don’t want to be a part of this world—that’s the beauty of freedom.” It fires me up to just be me.

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