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Winding up the hills of Montreux was always an adventure. You'd walk through the city's cobblestone streets, feeling the sun on your skin and watching as the tourists snapped photos of the lake below. It was a beautiful place to live - I had grown up here, surrounded by my family's traditional Czech restaurant.
My name is Ina, and I have been walking these hills for twenty-three years now. My blonde hair often caught people's attention, but it was my thick lips that really stole the show. And who could blame them? The combination of blue eyes and tan skin was a winning formula - at least according to me.
I'd walked through Montreux countless times, but I still felt like a kid on Christmas morning when I saw this group walking down the street. Two men were holding hands with a woman between them, laughing together as they went about their day. It was so... normal. And yet, it was everything that our little town wasn't usually.
I followed at a distance, watching as they stopped for coffee at one of the local cafes. The woman in particular caught my eye - her medium-sized breasts were on full display beneath the sheer white blouse she wore over denim shorts. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her like gold in the sunlight and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She looked happy, free.
I kept walking until they disappeared from view, lost in their own little world. It made me think about
