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About Winterthur

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Seitennavigation

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Look dude, every corner of Wattwil makes me grin. It’s rough sometimes, so I get mad at the rain on my day off, and I get stoked when the sun peeks out. I even get sbit numb when I see the old twigs on Oberdorfstrasse – streaks of history, sorta like in Certified Copy, all layered and enigmatic-like.

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