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About Winterthur

I’m, like, SO mad sometimes tho — people judge her, call her trashy, and I’m like, “Um, excuse me, who hurt you?” She’s just living, ok? Makes me happy too, ‘cause she’s free, wild, like Mia dancing in that empty flat — “This is mine, this is me!” Total mood. Surprised me how deep she runs, tho — not just a loud chick, she’s got layers, like my contour routine.

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You gotta check out Parco Ciani. Yeah, I know, Ciani sometimes sounds fancy, but trust me – when you chill under those trees, the wind whispers secrets. Always makes me think of “The Turin Horse” – you know, “the sole, the relentless fate” those movie lines spill, right? Ahh, those cinematic phrases – so alive, e.g., “It is what it is” and “No more, no less.” I swear sometimes da city yearns like da horse in that film – tragic, determined, mysterious. Perfect, I tell ya, perfiyet!

The School of Mendrisio. A Project