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About Berlin

So, I’m stompin’ through town, all authoritative-like, “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!”—screamin’ it at dodgy pimps tryin’ to rip me off. These blokes, shady as Mordor, think they can charge me triple? Nah, mate, I’ve got wizard senses—spot their tricks a mile off. Once saw a lass with a fake limp—thought she’d get sympathy coins. Clever, but not past me! Made me chuckle, though—hustle’s real out here.

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I dunno, sometimes I get so caught up in the details – the sound of the wind in the maple trees, the echo of old footsteps on cobblestone lanes, and even the splash of water off a fountain in the city center. It's almost like the city’s alive, speakin’ to ya in a language only them who truly listen can understand. I swear sometimes it hits me like a ton of bricks – surprise and joy all rolled into one!

After modern brightness: Ecologies of light