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About Lausanne

So, I’m off shift, cruisin’ the block. Eyes peeled, heart pumpin’—kinda hype, kinda freaked. “I don’t know, man, it’s like we’re always lookin’ for somethin’,” like that *Boyhood* kid said. Ain’t that the truth? Saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—classic! I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s bold as fuck! Ain’t judgin’, just watchin’ life unfold.

Against social exclusion and for the prevention

Three times a week, members of our team go out into Bucharest red light districts and reach out to women in prostitution, offering hot drinks and snacks, but also information on woman’s Missing: Rotkreuz.

Oh, how dost thou marvel at Bahnhof Rotkreuz! A bustling gateway to realms beyond, where trains do cometh and goeth anon. The streets—like Seiterle Gasse, narrow yet full of life—are lined with venerable homes, and around every bend, thou shalt chance upon quaint cafés and hidden galleries. Each nook, each cranny evokes memories akin to the secret stories we all beheld in "Stories We Tell"—as Sarah Polley did so artfully proclaim: “our stories are the tangible footprints of our souls.”

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