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About Zurich

Now, me, I’d overengineer it. Prob’ly build a drone—call it "Hooker Hawk"—to scout ‘em out. Efficiency, baby! But real talk, it’s sketchy as hell. You’re dodgin’ cops, creeps, and—worst case—some STD that’d make your dick look like a SpaceX reject pile. Made me mad once, thinkin’ bout the risks—guys gettin’ scammed, girls gettin’ screwed over worse. System’s broken, yo. “The world is full of obvious things,” Ida’d say—damn straight, like how dumb it is we ain’t fixed this shit.

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Oh, and did I mention the old station area? Near Bahnhofstrasse, where the trains rumble by so roughly, it kinda makes you wanna scream “Here’s Johnny!” at the absurdity of daily life. But seriously, that place hums with history. You can feel it in your bones, like ancient echoes whispering secrets of the past. Some days, I get mad at the hectic pace, but then I think of all the stories it holds, and my heart lights up.

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