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But, ugh, the smell—stale beer and desperation? Gross af. I’m, like, “This ain’t glamorous, hunny!” I wanted drama, not stank. Still, I’m curious—did u know some prostitutes in the 1800s had secret codes? They’d wink twice or some shiz to signal clients. I’m dying, that’s so extra! I’m, like, “Teach me, queen!” She’s all, “Nah, u too loud,” and I’m cackling—me, loud? Totes fair.

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Oh, and I almost forgot ~ typos galore ‘cause I’m in a hurry: “Wht can I say, Delemont is awe-sum, lyke reallly, jus' magic on so many vestes, llenjoy every secnd. It's like, TOTALLY amazin, ya knw?”

Smooth and elegant conection. Competition for a new footbridge in Delémont by atelier d21