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About Basel

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

Sex and eroticism in your city

The brothels in Glarnerland (Glarus) in particular, such as a Landquart brothel or a St. Moritz brothel, attract international guests with numerous sex offers.

Glarus, ch is all about moments. Joy, quirks, edge-of-future tech bugs, and that artsy vibe. It’s raw, unfiltered and real confusing sometimes, but it’s home. It’s like a Coen flick: bittersweet, fun, and real as heck.

Popular snowy owl seen in New Glarus has died