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About St Gallen

Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

Les quartiers

Entrer sur le côté du parking du centre commercial pour se perdre dans les deux labyrinthes, les quatorze cabines, visionner les deux écrans géants de l’écran cinéma, se détendre au sauna, Missing: prostitute.

Ima keep it real – sometimes I get mad at how the city forgets its own magic when they repave the streets, you know? Like, why erase the soul? Sometimes, I find comfort in scribbling my thoughts on the old brick wall near Place du Temps. “Time folds, life collapses…” echoes in my head, every damn day.

Geneva’s sauna scene