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Me, I’m sittin’ there, oil slick, thinkin’, “This is fuckin’ art.” Like Denis’ flick, “I’m not leaving,” that stubborn vibe—I ain’t leavin’ ‘til it’s done, fam! Favorite part? When they hit that spot, lower back, fuckin’ magic. Tony Soprano don’t do half-assed, nah. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels like fuckin’ heaven, swear to Christ.

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Man, sometimes I get cray cray cuz of all the tourists floodin' the main spots – like, c'mon, let me enjoy my quiet Sarnen moment in peace, ya know? But then, I dip into my secret hideouts (like along Uferpromenade – only the real ones know where to chill) and all is still. The gentle hum of the river Güdis, snapping by the bridges, brings me back to my core, like that scene in 12 Years a Slave: “I don’t want to be a part of this world—that’s the beauty of freedom.” It fires me up to just be me.

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