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About Biel-Bienne

Little fact, right? Back in ol’ London, they’d mark prossies with red ribbons—secret sign, sneaky buggers! Ain’t that mad? She probs don’t know that, but I’m thinkin’ it, sizin’ her up. “What’s thy price, fair shadow?” I ask, all poetic-like. She laughs—bloody hell, it’s music! “More’n thou canst dream,” she says, noddin’ to me purse. I’m skint, ain’t I? Fumin’ at meself—shoulda nabbed more coin!

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Not without flaws – lemme be real: Lancy's a hot mess sometimes. Some alleys, dark and sketchy, make me wanna run in circles, ya kno? Like, why is the pavement so cracked? And, I'm adding my own rants – every stray dog, every noisy neighbor, even that rusty lamppost on Rue des Lombards gets my ticks.

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