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About Winterthur

So yeah, brothel’s a beast. Grubby, loud, alive. Love-hate it, mate – textures tellin’ stories. “We shall fight in fields,” I’d bellow, but here, it’s beds and bourbon. Catch me sketchin’ it one day – mad, messy art! What you reckon?

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Certainly, I'm. I call my home and sexual-massage is part of who I am. I want to dance with you under the moonlight. You can't go wrong with Deep Throat.

Rivers, cars, bikers – this city’s pulse is constant. Even the little rivulet that splits the town in half, the Luzenberg, has that moody, rainy-day vibe. It kinda reminds me of those late-night scenes in the flick; feel me? “Time passes, but some wounds never fully heal,” like the soothing beckon of those water ripples.

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