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About Berlin

I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

Prostitution now has its own dating-style app – Yes, this is real

Even if they had been raped as maids by their masters or, out in the countryside, by the local landowner, their only real option in terms of survival was to become a prostitute in a brothel.

The Elbe River – OMG, huge beauty! Silvery water under sunset, so calm then bam, a wave of adventure! I love strolls by its banks, sometimes run my fingers through the water (not for real, haha, silly me!). You see the Altonaer Balkon? It’s crazy, insane view vibes! Perfect for deep feels, just like those strange movie lines - "Music, my friend, sets us free." I was vibing here once, just thinking, WOW, life is like one big party!

Altona man included in recent arrests for fentanyl seizure of one year ago - Brandon Police