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About Lausanne

So I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s all, “Whatchu got, gearhead?” and I’m like, “Baby, I got horsepower and heart!” She smirks—fuck, that got me happy as hell. But then some crusty dude rolls by, hollerin’ dumb shit, and I’m pissed. Like, “Bruh, don’t harsh my vibe!” I almost threw a wrench at his ass—mediocre fools, man, they ruin everything.

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Oh man, then there's the Old Town near Kirchenweg. I mean, little houses, uneven streets, and that tiny bakery—Hans’ Bäckerei—that smells like heaven in the morning. Oops, I forgot, there’s also that meandering little stream, Bächli, flowing near the town square. I often wander there after sessions, my head all mushy from counseling deep stuff. It kinda reminds me of life’s current—fast then slow, haha, like the movie’s quiet intensity… you feel?

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