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About Winterthur

So, I hit the streets, man—London’s swingin’ ’60s still echoin’ in my bones. Found this chick, all dolled up, mini skirt tighter than a spy’s alibi. “Fancy a shag, luv?” I says, winkin’ like a cheeky git. She’s cool, real cool—says her name’s Ruby, been workin’ the corner since the Beatles dropped *Revolver*. Little known fact, baby: prossies back then had code words—like “red lorry” meant a quickie! Blew my mind, yeah!

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Strolling outta rue du Marché, you hit Café du Coin. I always stop there 'cause their espresso kicks me back to life after a long day of kneading those knots out! And speaking of knots – ohhh, my job makes me see muscles like you’d see stories carved in stone. Every twitch is a secret.

Four decades on, Switzerland’s newest region is still growing up