Zoey Zug Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Geneva

Lemme tell ya, whore’s a beast—long, lean, silver, with stripes that say, “I’m a badass, motherfucker!” Teeth sharp enough to rip your damn arm off. Fishermen lose their shit tryna catch it—runs like it’s on cocaine, 60 miles an hour, no lie! Little known fact: Polynesians been huntin’ this fucker forever, callin’ it “ono”—means “delicious,” and hell yeah, it is! Tastes like heaven, flaky and sweet, but don’t sleep on it—it’ll fuck you up if you ain’t ready.

They sold kilograms of cocaine, as well as other drugs

Memories of my counseling sessions flood me down these alleys. When a client said “I feel trapped”, I thought of the locked gates along Zugerberg. I have been here for years. Often, I lost myself in the city. People say, “Life imitates art,” and I guess they meant our little, dark Zug. I walk past Confuciusstrasse (yeah, quirky street names here) and see old souls just winging it. No perfect language here. Its real and raw.

Office market Zug