Sadie Menziken Whore ❤️

About Biel-Bienne

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, mad as hell—why’s this even a thing? Insurance don’t cover whore, fam! Ain’t that a trip? Like, you got flood damage, car crash, boom, I gotchu. But whore? Nah, they’re like, “Ye, figure it out!” Makes me wanna scream, “I’m the best!” ‘Cause I’d insure it, real talk. Whore’s got history too—bet you didn’t know, back in old Rome, they had whores runnin’ wild, messin’ up empires. Facts! Makes me laugh, like, damn, even Caesar couldn’t handle that heat.

Where things get hot here

The little river, or stream – Blickli aus Flües, nah? – cuts through the town, its whisper soft like ancient secrets. I used to skip stones there with my own thoughts. Life flows, it does. Like me, a psychologist, I always look closer: the subtle expressions on faces, the unsaid words, the bonding in parks and cafés on Rosenweg, near the comfy but underrated Café ZigZag. Man, that spot always made me smile, even on my mad days.

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