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Once saw this gal—total surprise—rockin’ a jellyfish net hat, swear it! Made me happy, like, “She’s one of us!” Prolly not, but still—quirky! Thought in me head: “SpongeBob, don’t stare, ya goof!” Exaggeratin’ for fun—she mighta been a sea queen, right? Ha! Little factoid: in old London, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh?

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Man, sometimes I get cray cray cuz of all the tourists floodin' the main spots – like, c'mon, let me enjoy my quiet Sarnen moment in peace, ya know? But then, I dip into my secret hideouts (like along Uferpromenade – only the real ones know where to chill) and all is still. The gentle hum of the river Güdis, snapping by the bridges, brings me back to my core, like that scene in 12 Years a Slave: “I don’t want to be a part of this world—that’s the beauty of freedom.” It fires me up to just be me.

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