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About Lausanne

Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

Early life

I must share some secrets: there’s this hidden courtyard in Hintergasse that’s a secret Zen retreat. I discovered it when cruisin' on a cool, breezy night. I was like, "I suppose some miracles are hard to believe," and it clicked instantly – pure spa heaven.

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