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About Zurich

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them brothels lately—y’know, them houses o’ negotiable affection. Picture this: a rickety ol’ port town, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret, an’ there’s this lass, right, like Amélie from that fancy French flick—yep, me favorite, “Amélie” by that Jeunet bloke, 2001. She’s got that twinkle, aye, “a strange little glow,” flittin’ ‘round them red lanterns, but instead o’ fixin’ folks’ lives like in Paris, she’s dodgin’ sweaty blokes an’ countin’ coins in a brothel! Ha!

Sisters in support: Decriminalising sex work from inside Kampala brothels

Speakin' ‘bout neighborhoods, me and my crew love the local hangout near Via Cantonale. Seriously, if you haven't tried their grotty, awesome café, you’re missing out. I love wanderin’ those narrow lanes, catchin’ random chats with locals—they’re as raw as life itself. And oh man, the graffiti on the “hidden wall” near the old church... truth bombs on brick, raw and real.

Exceptional closure of the indoor pool