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About Basel

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, that witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? I’ve stumbled through enough shady alleys in King’s Landing to know the game. You wanna find one? Easy—coin’s your best mate. Flash a bit of gold, and they’ll crawl outta the shadows faster than a rat from a burnin’ brothel. But lemme tell ya, it’s a murky mess out there—like that film I love, *Caché*. Ever seen it? Haneke’s a twisted genius—secrets, paranoia, all that jazz. “Who sent the tapes?” I mutter to meself, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout some poor sod payin’ for company.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

What really gets me? The genuine kindness of the denizens here. Whether it's in the bustling coffee shop on Lindenweg or the impromptu poetry nights at the community center on Schillerstrasse. Every soul here is fighting their own epic battle, like a scene out of Kathryn Bigelow’s epic saga. Ugh, so inspiring and frustrating in equal measure!

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