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About Bern

Ever wonder bout the noises? Creakin’ beds, fake moans—louder than a tourney crowd. Once saw a bloke stumble out, trousers round his ankles, yellin’ bout love. Love in a brothel? Ha! That’s a jest—sadder than a bard with no lute. “What’s it gonna be, huh?” I’d ask him, laughin’ till I choked on me drink. Still, them places got soul—grubby, loud, alive. Beats a cold throne any day. So, whaddya reckon, eh? Brothel’s a mess, but it’s *my* kinda mess.

How the cost of living crisis is endangering sex workers

The theme of my project is to do with the prostitution in Leith ie salamander street. This site was chosen through my interest in the mischief.

Man, I remember my first time in Bex – fresh air, sounds of the torrent of the little river La Chaux running under the old stone bridge (yep, that one on Pont de Vieux). I used to sit in Parc des Collines for hours, just watching people pass by. Bro, it's like the rhythm of Timbuktu – “Yet hope remains.” Amazing, huh?

Sagard agrees to buy stake in French secondaries firm BEX Capital