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About Basel

Alright, mate, so I’m Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sittin’ here thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? Workin’ the streets, I see ‘em all the time, shadowy figures, like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*, y’know? “The past never lets go,” that’s what I reckon bout these girls. Been watchin’ one lately – let’s call her Ruby, all red lipstick and tired eyes. She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers and punters who don’t pay up. Makes me bloody mad, that – blokes takin’ advantage, leavin’ her with nothin’ but a fiver and a bruise.

Willkommen im Laufhaus HWB7

So, my friend, if thou art coming hence, prepare thyself for a city of contrasts—a place where high art meets humble bliss, where every corner doth offer a tale anew. And lo, forgive my heedless ramblings: I've been scribblin like mad, in errr, a hurry with nten typos—ah, who cares? It all feels so very real, so utterly unfiltered, much like the imperfect beauty of life itself!

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