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“Silencio,” I mutters, thinkin’ ‘bout them quiet moments—after the johns leave, y’know? Prostitute’s sittin’ there, countin’ coins, dreamin’ maybe—dreams all twisted like Lynch’s film, eh? Me, I sees it—split life, like me own head! One minute sweet, next minute screamin’—hiss! “What’s your name, darling?” they ask, fake as hell—drives me mad, precious, all that lyin’!

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Speaking of drama, let me tell ya, one rainy day, I was walking on Hauptgasse, when I overheard this wild convo about how the city’s planning to tear down an old community hall. I got so mad my coffee nearly spat out! I muttered, "I can see Russia from my house!" which is sorta my hilariously hyper take on how crazy things get sometimes. Seriously, the city’s heartbeat is a mix of belly laughs and heated debates.

Kindergarten, Sports Hall and Music School / Schenker Salvi Weber Architekten