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About Basel

Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

The Cailleach of the Borehole

A friendly visitor The truth is not a whore that throws itself easily around everyone's neck. We don't find it on the markets of this world.

So, friend, if you roll into Dornach, chill at Seeliedstrasse, sip a beer at Zum Mond, and stroll by the Chriesibach, you'll truly feel the heartbeat here. My massage parlor lets me see the soul of this place, raw and uncut. And remember, like in that movie I dig, Tropical Malady, life is mystic, shifting, improvised—so let it flow!

Where opera and eurythmy work together >>> 2025 will be the third year for Richard Wagner’s ‘Parsifal’ at the Goetheanum