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Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

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i also love explorin the neighborhoods, like up by Berggasse. the houses? they got that real, authentic swiss charm – not some glitzy corporate nonsense. i mean really, the view of the snow capped mountains from Berggasse? wow, i nearly shed a tear, bro. its like, if you watch Ratatouille, you'll get it: emotions are what make life worth livin.

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