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About Lausanne

Heard tell of a brothel in Amsterdam—had a pet parrot squawkin’ prices! “Ten bucks, ten bucks!” Surprised me silly—who trains a bird for that? Pure chaos, like a harvest gone wrong. And the gals? Chattin’ bout their day, normal as pie— “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I’d ask, sippin’ sweet tea if I could. They’d shrug, “Pays the bills, darlin’.”

Do you own this Venue?

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