Jade Trimbach Whore ❤️

About Biel-Bienne

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

The Greatness That Is Trimbach

This vintage, the is no different than the vintage I tried back then. It's just as exotic in flavor and aroma. Of course it's gone up.

Look, sometimes I get frustrated by the usual clichés—they just don’t capture our city's soul. Not me. I’m all about the real, unapologetic truth. I throw in a bit of sarcasm too—like, “Really? You haven’t tried the bagels at Katzstr? Get real!” It's all fun, friend!

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