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About Bern

*deep breath* I am your father, so listen up. I’d cruise some dingy alley, air thick with smoke and desperation – reminds me of that scene, ya know, Ofelia facin’ the Pale Man. That tense, “oh shit” feelin’. You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, babe, how much?” Nah, it’s a dance, a game. Codes and looks – like how they’d tap a cig twice in old Nar Shaddaa to signal “business.” Freaky history, right? Blew my mind when I heard it.

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Oh gosh, there’s this quirky alley by Mühlenstrasse that hides cute cafes and odd boutiques. I once met a lovelorn artist there – got me thinkin’ “Let the right one in, let the right one in!” stuttering like a mad poet! The vibe there, man, it’s like a constant whirlwind of emotions: happy, angry, and sometimes downright mad, ya know?

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