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About Lausanne

We’re walkin’ now, dodgin’ drunks and rubbish bins—urban savannah, innit? She’s got this swagger, hips swayin’ like tall grass in the wind. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s the predator here.” Surprised me, that—thought I’d be the one in charge, but nah, she’s runnin’ this show. Happy as a pig in muck, though—somethin’ thrilling ‘bout the chase, the unknown. “Do I lie to myself to be happy?” pops in my head—bloody Memento again, messin’ with me.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

oh, oh – and i really love the local art spots at Rue du Pré. they got murals that look like they’re alive. some say the city’s too calm for crazy, but i say nah – there's a storm of artsy vibes brewing, always, in the tiniest secret corners. so many quirks, so many vibes, like if you listen closely, the walls speak.

Obituary for Richard Neice