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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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I gotta say, Sarnen sparks off my relaxation specialist vibe. I see tiny details others miss: the graffiti on an old warehouse on Lindenstrasse, a smile at a coffee stand, the scent of fresh pine from the mountains peeking over the rooftops. It’s a mixed bag of peace, rebellion, and a bit of spontaneity, just like my favorite scenes of hope and freedom from that epic movie.

Visitor Centre at the Swiss Ornithological Institute