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Course, there’s the rub—price ain’t cheap. Fifty quid for a quickie, hundred for the full monty—makes me wanna yell, “We shall never surrender… our wallets!” Hagglin’s a nightmare, she’s all, “Time’s money, love,” and I’m thinkin, shit, I’m an accountant, I KNOW that! Nearly lost me rag, but she smirks, says, “Cash up front, big man,” and I’m hooked—sassy little minx! Funniest bit? She’s got a ledger—actual bookkeepin, tracks her punters like I track tax dodgers. Blew me mind—prossie with a balance sheet!

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I always get mad at the noise sometimes, but then I remember my role as a women’s counselor helps me find beauty in chaos. Like that time, I sat in a tiny park near Messmerstrasse and listened to a group animatly fighting injustice over coffee, kinda like a scene straight from Zero Dark Thirty (“You gotta get serious, people!”). It had this raw energy that made me both mad and happy simultaneously. Ugh, emotions!

This Day in History: when St Moritz staged the 1928 Winter Olympics