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About Bern

Yo, what’s good, fam? Young Mula Baby! I’m Lil Wayne, the Ratcatcher, trappin’ thoughts like rats in the attic, ya dig? Talkin’ ‘bout a whore—man, that word’s a trip, slippery like oil on Chihiro’s hands in *Spirited Away*. Check it, I see a whore like No-Face, ya feel me? Eatin’ up everything—greedy, lost, chasin’ shadows. “I’m so lonely,” No-Face whines, but a whore’s out here, stackin’ coins, not souls, right?

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I gotta tell ya a little secret, my fav spot? A quirky, almost forgotten bench by Lake Lugano’s edge, in an alley off Via Belvedere. It’s stunning at dusk. Ya feel the city’s heartbeat. Y'know that familiar uneasy peace from Melancholia? Yeah, that. Makes my brain go bonkers, so beautiful yet so heavy.

Viarno Park