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About Lausanne

Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

Toponomastik

"The attention paid to this house is the result of the considerations I made around the relationship between the home and the surrounding environment, which in our case, for example, presents .

Yo, welcome to Pregassona (ch)! Listen up, this is my stomping ground. I'm a family psych here, and man, this city has soul, y'know? Streets like Via Nassa twist and turn, like life itself. Every corner's got a story—some stories make you grin, some make you frown. You merely adopted the dark!

Viarno Park