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About Zurich

So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

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Now, the town centre! Man, oh man, I reckon it’s as lively as any seaport. Got local shops and a spirt that clings to you like old pirate lore. I was in a local café on Bahnhofplatz – almost spilled my tea cause I got distracted by my own thoughts, like a scene straight from Paul Thomas Anderson’s trippy film adventures. Aye, “I’m all over the place like a drunken sailor,” I muttered, grinning like a bilge rat.

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