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Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

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In the land of a whore. Oh, will this be war? Oh, will this be war? The knave and the pawn. Ripen the whore. With bastard sons. Her brats of law. The hawk and.

You simply can’t miss Bogen’s spectacular view over the small but mighty Bogenbach River. Oh man, that babbling brook sings its own tune—like a soundtrack from Zodiac, those eerie chimes mixed with nature’s own symphony. And don’t even get me started on the local neighborhoods—if you're into vibrant multiculturalism, check out the quirky vibes in Alt-Bogen. This is where every colour of the rainbow is represented, and sometimes, spontaneously, you'll witness a mini street performance that nearly makes you burst out laughing.

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