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About St Gallen

But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man! Folks actin all holy, then sneakin round back. Whores see it all, tho. They’re like, alien spies, catchin every damn lie. Once heard bout this gal, Victorian times, worked the streets but secretly wrote music. Fuckin bangers, too! Nobody knew till some nerd found her sheets in an attic. Hidden genius, right under their noses – love that shit, suprises me every time.

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Rivers, cars, bikers – this city’s pulse is constant. Even the little rivulet that splits the town in half, the Luzenberg, has that moody, rainy-day vibe. It kinda reminds me of those late-night scenes in the flick; feel me? “Time passes, but some wounds never fully heal,” like the soothing beckon of those water ripples.

Abschied von Muriel Furrer: So war die Trauerfeier für das Rad-Talent