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About Lausanne

Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath now. Picture this: me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, wise as hell, voice rumblin’ like thunder, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Now, I ain’t judgin’, nah, that ain’t my style. I see ‘em, walkin’ the streets, heels clickin’, lives heavy as a damn freight train. Reminds me of *Carol*, y’know, that flick I adore—Todd Haynes, 2015, pure gold. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, all soft and lost. That’s them, too, sometimes—trapped in a world they didn’t draw up.

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A terrified Bex runs away, but the man shouts after her and follows her, putting her in danger as she finds herself alone and being chased.

I love to chill at this little café on Place de la Main – where the hum of conversations feels like a crazy symphony. Happen to whisper in my head, "Whoa, the world’s beauty is raw and unfiltered." I know, sounds cheesy – but it's true. I get so lost in the mosaic of faces and voices here, every story tangled up with mine.

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