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About Zurich

Last week, I’m prowlin’ the streets—sketchy alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like a busted flux capacitor. Saw this gal, right? Total pro, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. Great Scott! She’s got that “I’m in charge” vibe—like Sean Parker sayin’, “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” I’m thinkin’, “A billion tricks, that’s cool!” Hah! Made me laugh, but also—damn, she’s smooth.

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I gotta say, the small lane of Marktplatz spills secret bars and hidden courtyards. There’s weird graffiti that makes you smile—even if it’s a literal “peace” tag sprayed with passion. And sometimes I catch myself just starin’ out over a frozen stream, thinkin’, “Man, life is freakin’ beautiful, even when it’s messy.”

Train line between Täsch and Zermatt interrupted by falling rock