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About Winterthur

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some sketchy street, lookin’ for a hooker, right? Not me personally, I’m too paranoid—germs, awkward convos, oh god no! But say I was—neon lights flicker, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “What if she’s a cop?” Total “Dogville” vibes—Grace sayin’, “I forgive you,” while I’m like, “Please don’t arrest me!” I’d be terrible at this—stammerin’, “Uh, how much? Wait, no, never mind!” It’s like a bad sitcom, me hagglin’ over somethin’ I don’t even want.

Hadith 3029 Part A

Do not force your ˹slave˺ girls into prostitution for your own worldly gains while they wish to remain chaste. And if someone coerces them, then after such a coercion Allah is certainly All Missing: prostitute.

Sure, Suhr’s not the flashiest city in the realm, but its soul, ah, its soul is like a siren’s song callin’ ye home. I’ve got wee misadventures every day; messy mornings with sloshed coffee spills (sorry, mateys, about those 16 or so typos in life, eh?) and unexpected surprises around every bend. Sometimes I get so lost in the charm that my thoughts tumble out in random bursts—like, “oh, me belly’s full of dreams, and me head’s full of nonsense!” And that’s just fine by me.

Joan Suhr, former Western Publishing executive, dies at 89