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Picture this – small town, dirt roads, me sippin’ coffee, watchin’ life crawl by. Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?” Straight from Béla Tarr’s masterpiece. *Whore* ain’t just some gal on the corner, nah. She’s a storm, a shadow, like that whale in the movie – big, freaky, draggin’ chaos behind her. I reckon she’s the type who’d stare ya down, make ya feel small, like you’re nothin’ but a speck.

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So yeah, buddy, that's our Gstaad – a mix of bizarre, heartwarming, and artsy vibes, kinda like my head sometimes, all over the place, full of feelings and quirky blips. Trust me, it’s a place that grabs you by the heart and shakes it gently, making you smile, laugh, and wonder: "Is mayonnnaise an instrument?"

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