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About Zurich

Here’s a lil’ tidbit y’all might not know—back in the old days, some prostitutes in New Orleans ran their own dang businesses! Called ‘em “madams,” and they were tougher than a two-dollar steak. Owned property, paid taxes—shoot, they were livin’ better than me with my guitar and a dream! One gal, Josie Arlington, even had a fancy tomb built, red lights glowin’ inside—talk about goin’ out with a bang! Surprised the heck outta me when I heard that. “How do I process that?” I muttered, like Joaquin in *Her*, all flustered and lovestruck. These gals had grit, and I’m here for it.

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

Many prostitutes hang out along the walls here at night, waiting for someone to hire them. Other than the fact that over sex workers work in.

People here chant revolution in their hearts. I hang out at the local pub on Gasseweg—same haunt since forever. I remember, one foggy night, chit-chattin’ with a stranger who quoted the film: “It’s like our lives are just chapters wasted on slow decisions.” Man, it hit me hard.

Letitia Victoria Baar