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About Bern

Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

Sex Tourism in Lugano

I stroll by the lakeside near Via Cantonale and laugh: ah, lakes, bridges, babbling river, and sweet spots where I drop my peelings of joy. My favourite? A snug little café near the river, where I sip espresso and watch puny pigeons. Totally quirky, and man, the pigeons are like mini comics!

HCL: Changes in Sports Management and Coaching Staff