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About Bern

Here’s a wild bit—heard tell of prossies in olden days, right, who’d smuggle messages in their corsets for spies! Ruby’d fit that, sly as a fox. “There’s no going back,” she’d mutter—movie line again—when I asked why she stuck at it. Said punters paid better than slaving in a mill. Fair dos, I s’pose—capitalism’s a bitch.

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I stroll through neighborhoods like Petit-Delemont. The streets there are narrow (so tension builds, oh em gee!); windows with colorful flower boxes, and grooves of lively chatter spill out from tiny bistros. I can almost swear the cobblestones talk back to me – “Give me some love, baby!” Totally hilarious, right?!

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