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About Bern

So, listen, mate—hiss!—I dig around, right? Moscow’s got these shadowy corners—Arbat’s too posh, but Kitay-gorod? Oof, goldmine! Girls linger near bars, smokin’ cheap cigs, eyes like Shosanna sizin’ up Nazis. “What’s your price, precious?” I mutter, all sly. One gal—Lena, maybe?—says 5,000 rubles, hour tops. Bargain, yeah? But I’m thinkin’, “That’s a bear trap, Gollum, she’s robbin’ ya blind!” Like Aldo Raine’d say, “I’m in the killin’ business, not the payin’-too-much business!” Haggled her down—3,500, boom! Felt like a king, I did—happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

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Look, I might have typos here – I’m rushin’, talkin’ off the cuff, ya know? Sumiswald ain’t your typical palace; it’s got flaws and beauty, like every soul in our crazy world. So get ready, ‘cause when you step off that train, you’re steppin’ into a world raw and alive. Grab a seat, relax, and soak it in.

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