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About Zurich

So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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I adore those hidden corners off Rue de la Madeleine. There’s a snug alley that opens into a mini courtyard where ancient walls hum with stories. I sometimes chill there with my thoughts, thinking “I'm just a speck here, lost in sighs,” almost quoting that movie’s vibe. And yeah, sometimes I'm so uptight i get tripped over my own feet – haha, sorry, not sorry.

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