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About Bern

I roll up, tires screechin’, grin wide—*“Here’s Johnny!”* She don’t flinch, just smirks. “Lost, trucker?” she says, voice like gravel. I laugh, “Nah, babe, just huntin’ trouble!” See, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a damn art. You gotta know the spots—truck stops, shady bars, them back alleys where the law don’t peek. Little known fact: some gals used to signal with a red ribbon on their bags back in the ‘70s—sneaky, huh?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

There's no more theft, drug-dealing, prostitution, violence, car-keying, etc. here than you'd find in any other city in Switzerland. Vernier.

You know, I got this story: one evening, after a super busy day at the parlor, I strolled down Avenue des Champs, thinkin’ ‘bout all the people that come in here looking for a bit of peace. And it hit me, like BOOM – life’s as unpredictable as a massage session, ya know? One minute you’re kneading out their stress, the next you’re ragged, thinking "Shit, that’s life, baby!" Damn.

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