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About Winterthur

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

Pregassona

Pregassona is a quarter of the city of Lugano, Switzerland. Until , it was a municipality on its own. Then it was added to Lugano. The name Pregassona comes from a contraction of the .

Some days got me fumin’, honestly. Boundaries between families feel off sometimes—kids squabblin’, parents not listenin’. I sit there, thinkin’, “Is this, like, fate or just chaos?” Crazy, right? But even so, you see genuine moments of healing. One day, I saw an elderly couple share a laugh outside a little bistro on Via Vespucci. Gave me hope. I was like, “You merely adopted the dark!” 'Cause even dark clings to hope.

a contemporary addition plugs onto enrico sassi's 'casa rossa' in the swiss alps