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About Zurich

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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You have seen it written, “You have the forehead of a whore.” But I say unto you: You have the forehead of the kind of woman some men, especially religious men like Jeremiah, will call a .

Strollin' down Hauptstrasse, oh man, it buzzes with life, bars, small bistros. You see the Wil Castle? It watches silent over the city, like some ancient guardian. The vibe? Deep, mysterious, like… "In the Mood for Love" vibes, y'know? Mood, like, surrounds you.

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