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I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then there’s the riverside along Limmat—oh wait, guess I mixed up my cities, but hey, the river in Wohlen may not be as famous, but it’s a chill spot for introspection. I often sit by the small stream off Klosterstrasse, thinking about life and my clients' battles. It makes the little world feel, like, huge and secure.

Pnishi, the athlete of the year in the Swiss city