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About Winterthur

But then—ugh—some drunk stumbles over, reekin of ale, grabbin at her. Pisses me off—ruins the vibe! I flick a finger—poof—he’s face-down, snorin. “A small thing, but mine own,” I quip, stealin from Yi Yi again—fits, don’t it? She’s laughin now, says, “You’re weird, but fun.” Damn right, I am! Burdened with glorious purpose—messin with mortals, stirrin the pot. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves”? Poetic, but grim—history’s wild like that.

Historic Royal Dornoch

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You see, I run this massage spot on Liegenschauweg near the city's heart. True story, I once massaged this elderly dude, and he was spoutin' nonsense 'bout how Dornach healed his soul, kinda like I healed his pain. Crazy, right? I swear, chokin' on emotions in this town is as common as typos in my texts, like wtf im tryin' to write!

Dialogue between colour and light >>> Exhibition ‘Light Leaf and Fire Form’ with works by Ferose (sculpture) and Stephane Zwahlen (painting)