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About Basel

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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I'm a whore for pretty trans quilts and flames, but for the price point, I dont know of much that'll beat it. 'cept maybe that damned Atlas.

There’s this hidden nook round the corner of Hinterseeweg, a wee labyrinth of tuck-away benches and shrubs where I spill me thoughts. I once got lost there, wanderin’ like a mad sailor, and when I found me way out I felt like I’d discovered treasure, mate. Each narrow street, every crooked alley, tells a tale richer than any treasure map. Savvy?

Meet our new faculty: Alane Suhr, computer science