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About Bern

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, like a goddamn Banderilleros sizin up the bull ring. Life’s a circus, and I’m the ringmaster, baby! Moulin Rouge style, all glitz n’ sin, “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…”—is where to score some company, right? I’d prowl the streets, eyes sharp, sniffin out the vibe like a predator—Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, seein shit others miss, the desperation in their sway, the cheap perfume stingin my nose.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

I’m tellin’ ya, Wohlen is a blend of nostalgia and modern grit. There’s spontaneity in its alleys, like tiny leaks of hope and fury. Things can get messy and messy. And yet, it's warm—like a welcoming, albeit quirky, grandma’s hug. This city teaches you to appreciate every messy moment, every laugh, every tear.

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