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About Winterthur

Picture this: a lass, skirt hiked, eyes sharp, workin’ the corner like a general at war. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall fight with growin’ strength in the air! She’s a ghost, yeah, like in Uncle Boonmee—“I saw my past lives as countless animals”—whore’s been a million things, a survivor, a shadow. Ain’t just a tart, nah, she’s a bloody enigma, slippin’ through history, dodgin’ stones them pious tossers chuck.

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There’s also the old art district on Rosewood Lane. It’s almost mysterious. Colors burst, folks paint their dreams there every dang day. I remember once, a woman confided her life story right there, and I just sat, listenin’, thinkin’ how faultless life is sometimes messy.

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