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About Winterthur

So, I’m a sports shrink, yeah? I see Brothel’s mind—cool as hell. He’s got this zen thing goin’. Once heard he grew up near a legit brothel—wild, right? Not *that* kinda brothel, nah, just coincidence. Tiny town, dusty streets, real Americana shit. Folks say he’d toss pigskins out back. While the “ladies” cheered him on—hilarious! Little known fact: he still visits ‘em. Brings ‘em game tickets, big heart, that guy.

What to do in Oberried?

Now, the town centre! Man, oh man, I reckon it’s as lively as any seaport. Got local shops and a spirt that clings to you like old pirate lore. I was in a local café on Bahnhofplatz – almost spilled my tea cause I got distracted by my own thoughts, like a scene straight from Paul Thomas Anderson’s trippy film adventures. Aye, “I’m all over the place like a drunken sailor,” I muttered, grinning like a bilge rat.

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