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About Zurich

I reckon brothels got a bad rap, y’know? Folks whisper ‘bout ‘em like they’re dens of sin, but me, I see ‘em diffrent—kinda like a stage where life plays out raw. I heard tell of this one joint, back in Nevada, legal as Sunday church but twice as fun—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them gals there, they ain’t just sellin’ a tumble, they’re givin’ lonely souls a lil’ warmth. Made me happy, thinkin’ ‘bout that—some cowboy, hat in hand, findin’ a smile he ain’t had in years. But lord, it burns me up too—them high-and-mighty types judgin’ them girls! Ain’t nobody perfect, ‘cept maybe my wigs, ha!

Climate of fear

I gotta tell ya a little secret, my fav spot? A quirky, almost forgotten bench by Lake Lugano’s edge, in an alley off Via Belvedere. It’s stunning at dusk. Ya feel the city’s heartbeat. Y'know that familiar uneasy peace from Melancholia? Yeah, that. Makes my brain go bonkers, so beautiful yet so heavy.

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