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About Winterthur

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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Look dude, every corner of Wattwil makes me grin. It’s rough sometimes, so I get mad at the rain on my day off, and I get stoked when the sun peeks out. I even get sbit numb when I see the old twigs on Oberdorfstrasse – streaks of history, sorta like in Certified Copy, all layered and enigmatic-like.

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