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About Zurich

So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

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the old town? Damn, its charm can make ya cry for joy, or blush with anger. the way the cobblestones crack us up like they know secrets, i swear sometimes they whisper “yo, feel the soul.” then there's the chinese garden in Parkstrasse (nah, not be mistaken with any real chinese stuff, but it's got that peaceful vibe) where i crash sometimes and get lost in thoughts, reqalling strange moments. i mean, shit’s like a movie sometimes.

Elias Iagnemma repeats the 8c Boulder crypt at Morchelstock Balsthal