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About Bern

I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

Historical Context

Parks? Check out Parc de la Montagne. Green, wild, makes my heart sing. I sometimes run there, barefoot, to clear my head while thinking “Is everything so wrong? Maybe not!” Have you seen small cafés near square Place de la Liberté? They serve coffee that snaps you back to life. I spill my dreams there sometimes, throwing words around like “Lightbulb!”, again and again!

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