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Mr. T loves the chaos, tho—drivin’ hookers ‘round, blastin’ tunes, livin’ large. Graphics? Rough, but gritty’s the point, yo. Kinda like Wes Anderson’s quirky shots—ain’t perfect, but got soul. “I’m the captain now,” I’d growl, takin’ over a block—felt badass! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but Mr. T don’t half-ass nothin’!

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When Tom decided to move to Stäfa, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I had absolutely loved living with him in Rapperswil the year prior, which had felt like my home away from home. I had .

I hang near Stadtpark Stafa, a park so gud, a real speshul spot to chill and think—sometimes I get all mad when I see trash, but really, it's a work in progress. And yo, the little river, Rössibach, flows through the neighborhood, whispering secrets like it's in some hidden movie scene.

Changing of the guard at Stafa