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About Biel-Bienne

But real talk, it ain’t all laughs. Some of these places, ugh, they’re rough. Girls stuck, no way out, and I’m like, “This ain’t right, friendo!” Makes me wanna cry, then punch somethin’. I’d be awful at runnin’ one, too – too loud, too nosy, I’d be all, “Who’s this creep? Get outta here!” Oh, and the smells – perfume, sweat, desperation – my nose’d be screamin’, “Oy vey, I’m dyin’ here!” Prolly why I stick to insurance, ha!

Growing Up In Brothels

So, listen here, my precious! Arth (ch) is wild, wild, wow, wow! The streets are sooo quirky. I mean, Marktplatz is a buzzin' square, crammed with cafes, shops, and locals havin’ mad fun. Stupid, fat hobbit! I love strollin’ Lindenweg at sunset, the shadows dancin’ on cobbles – pure magic, like Blue Is the Warmest Color vibes, y'know?

There was no script in place for ‘Arth’, says Shabana Azmi