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About Zurich

I spot this one gal, legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “In the martial world, people suffer.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, ‘cause this chick looks like trouble—my kinda trouble. I pull up, all smooth, “Hey, baby, you with Tony now!” She laughs, says, “Hundred bucks, big shot.” Hundred? I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana! I toss her two bills, say, “Keep the change, princesa!”

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"Whore" and "prostitute" unambiguously mean a person, connotatively female, who trades sexual favors for money, with whore being more derogatory.

First, you gotta check out Hauptstrasse. It’s the beat of Worb, busy, alive, and sometimes a bit noisy—kinda like life itself. Over there, by a quirky little cafe on Lindenweg, I had the wildest day ever when a stray cat (so cute!) wandered right into my spa one rainy, miserable afternoon. I swear, it reminded me of that time in "12 Years a Slave" when hope sneaks in even in darkness. "I’m a slave to beauty!" kinda, ya know? And like, "Here's Johnny!" when you realize that beauty is all around!

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