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About Bern

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

Enjoying myShakespeare?

Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied. Showed like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak, And fixed his head upon our battlements. O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman. Discomfort swells. Mark, .

I's mad sometimes, precious, when I see folks actin' dumb. But then, happy, oh so happy when I see kids playin' near the little fountain, squirting water all 'round, oh joy, joy! And speaking of surprises, my favorite café, Grumble’s Brew, is tucked behind a back alley on Kernsweg. Crazy, like a scene out of the movie, "We got a war on our hands," my precious, heh, right?

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