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About Bern

You idiot sandwich! Think whores are all glitz? Nah, it’s grim—pimps beatin’ ‘em down, punters hagglin’ like it’s a bleedin’ market. Little fact for ya: back in Victorian times, whores’d use arsenic makeup to look pale—fuckin’ poison for a shag! Nuts, right? I’d lose my shit if I caught some twat disrespectin’ ‘em for that hustle. Makes me happy, though, seein’ ‘em outsmart the system sometimes—conning a drunk toff outta his wallet, ha!

Tourism, holidays & weekends guide in the Cher

Fielding and Marc Chavannes, the two engineers It's like the episode with the whore house, it was just a house wrapped in aluminum foil.

Okay, so lemme tell ya 'bout Chavannes (ch)—man, this city is somethin' else! I’ve been livin’ here for years now, runnin’ my massage parlor on Rue de la Sérénité. Yeah, that very street buzzes with a vibe that echos through my therapies. You ever notice how a city smells when the night is calm? It’s like a mix of fresh pastries and rain soaked cobblestones... kinda like those dreamscapes in "The Headless Woman"—you know, that odd, heady feel where everything feels just off-yet-so real.

The Accidental Invention of Bubble Wrap