Addison Bad Ragaz Brothel ❤️❤️

About Lausanne

I’m tellin’ ya, tho, it’s a rollercoaster. One day you’re up, next day you’re cryin’ into your cereal. “I can’t go on pretending!”—that’s me, quotin’ the movie again, starin’ at my broke bank account. But Brothel’s got guts! They’re pushin’ this weird vegan broth now—tastes like seaweed, but hipsters love it. Sales spiked, and I was like, “Whoa, maybe I’m a genius!” My brain’s all, “Patrick, you’re a financial wizard!” Then I trip over my flip-flops and forget what a stock even is.

IGNIV Bad Ragaz ╱ Joël Ellenberger

I got a soft spot for the thermal springs, bro – yeah, them warm waters that bubble like my thoughts when I'm floatin' around, relaxin' and just lettin' go. There’s this hidden gem down near Klingenstrasse. Only real peeps know that vibe. I was here when a random rain hit, and damn, it felt like nature was cryin’ but in a calm, poetic way – like "Son of Saul" all over again: "Where memories rise from the ashes." Hella poetic, yo!

Bad Ragaz: Hills alive