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What gets me goin? The hypocrisy, mate! Politicians bangin on about morals, then slippin in the back door—literally! Makes me cackle like a twat. But the stench—Christ, stale sweat and cheap perfume, turns my stomach. Happiest day’d be seein one of them sanctimonious pricks caught mid-shag—flashbulbs poppin, trousers down. “Your life’s being monitored!”—straight outta the film, that.

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Unless you like dodgy finance, overpriced watches, and drivethru brothels. Crans-Montana is a tiny ski area, the glacier has melted away.

What really makes me go bonkers is how this rugged, stormy beauty contrasts with the flashy new spots around Rue des Rêves. Modern shops, cliquey cafes—the kinda place where every introvert and extrovert got their own story. I mean, come on, it's hilarious how some think it’s all glitz. But trust me, beneath that polished surface, there’s a gritty, pulsating heart, a bit like City of God’s gritty underbelly, where survival's the name of the game.

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