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About Bern

I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

Sold, Traded & Exploited – Women As Commodity

No lie, I get mad at injustice in these streets. Sometimes, I’m trippin’ out, "shiiiet, why so tense?" Then again, I'm hella happy when I see someone smilin', cuz life is too short. Wld vibes, real raw emotions spillin’ out.

Fig. 2: The black clay layer exposed in the retention basin of Hausen,...