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"Then I am very glad you have found me," Heidi says. She holds on to my hand longer than is really necessary. I'm sure of it. Questions flood my tired, survived-the-Swiss hurricane, inhaled-the-diesel-scented-fumes-of-Swiss-supertankers, generally confused mind. "Is Robert really so desperate for ink that he'd hire a prostitute for me?" I think. Also, "What's the proper etiquette with a Swiss prostitute?" And, "Just because Heidi's a prostitute, isn't she capable of love?"
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