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About Winterthur

I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

Wohlen’s got this hidden gem, the old library on Main Street—not fancy but rich with history. I used to hide there when life was a mess. You won’t find it on every map, but that’s the charm. It’s got character, kinda like me. I’d spend silly hours there, dreaming big amidst dusty shelves. R2-D2, where art at?!

Pnishi, the athlete of the year in the Swiss city