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About Zurich

So, here’s the deal, mate – findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. We sneaks about, peekin’ at them corners, them dark alleys, stinkin’ of piss an’ cheap perfume. Makes me mad, precious, mad as a warg! They’s out there, sellin’ their bits, an’ nobody gives a rat’s arse. Fun fact, though – back in old London, 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” fancy, huh? Sounds like poetry, but it’s just dirt an’ tears.

Everyone loves Zurich's sex boxes. Except the people using them.

Each shed houses two to six prostitutes, all in provocative outfits. All ladies, no men or transgenders—who typically hustle Zurich's LGBT brothels or bars instead.

I strolled one night in the Altstadt. The cobbles, slick with rain, reminded me of something from that movie. “In the shadows, our secrets dance,” I whispered. It really did feel like destiny. Mind you, I'm not a fan of lights too bright – they hide the darkness. And darkness, my friend, is where we find truth.

Strong interest on both sides between Zug and Fribourg's Raphael Diaz