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About Basel

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, and I’m here spillin’ the tea like Judge Judy on a caffeine bender. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” – that’s what I’d say to those shady types lurkin’ on street corners, promisin’ the goods. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Son of Saul*, my fave flick, ya know? That gut-punch of a movie – “Auschwitz, no hope, just survival” – and it’s got me all twisted up comparin’ it to this grimy hunt.

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like .

Ya'll should wander over to the hidden spot behind the old library on Dorfstrasse. It's not found on any tourist map – only locals forget it sometimes – but it's my little sanctuary when the dating app madness becomes too erratic. I just sit there thinkin’, “Let the right one in,” with a smile, lost in my own world.

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