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So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

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Man, real talk: sometimes I get mad when some spot is too gentrified, like near the rilly uppity parts of Windisch – but that’s life, innit? The river Linth flows by in the outskirts, chillin’ like it don’t care, and fuck me, it’s a sight. The neighbourhood near Obere Kaserne has mad energy, quirky cafes, and a vibe that screams “Ali G approves, innit?” I had this one date there and ended up crackin’ up constantly ‘cos the place was just so odd and real, like a twisted Lynch scene.

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