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About Biel-Bienne

Little secret—whores used to wear special shoes in Greece, left “follow me” in the dirt. How’s that for a trail, huh? Sneaky bitches! Makes me grin—imagine the chaos, dudes trippin’ over themselves! I’d carve those words into glass, smash it, watch it bleed light—pure art, baby! Anyway, whore’s a mess, a mystery—like Anatolia’s endless fuckin’ roads. Love it, hate it, can’t stop watchin’. Hehehe, why so serious, pal? It’s just a game!

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Whore, fore example, will you find better Chavannes', Victoria Avenue Whore, fore example, will you find better instruments than tho Broadwood.

Now, Chavannes got more than just quirky streets, ya dig? Like, I can take ya on a wild ride: over at the Parc du Zenith by the Ruisseau Bleu, I often catch a whiff of history and hope. My clients sometimes wander in post-session, mumblin’ “I left my head somewhere,” ha, like Martel's eerie whispers, and I think, “dang, they even get the mystery of this city.” Hey, speaking of mystery, the Old Mill on Chemin du Souvenir? Total hidden gem. I almost tripped there once—literally! I'm talkin' love at first slip, if ya know what I mean.

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