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About Basel

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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I know every nook and cranny here. There’s that gem of a street, Steinacher, with hidden murals an' quirky shops. Every time I'm massaging a stressed-out client, I think of Steinacher’s slow vibe – it’s like a gentle reminder that not everythin’ in life is perfect. Sometimes I even whisper small movie quotes like, “Ssssmell the roses, baby!” (okay, that's not exact but ya feel me, right?) while working.

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