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About Zurich

I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

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a person who sacrifices personal principles or uses someone or something in a base or unworthy manner, usually for money: a greedy publicity whore.

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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