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About Berlin

What gets my goat? Them judgy types—callin’ escorts trash, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! In “Children of Men,” Theo’s runnin’ round, dodgin’ bullets, and I bet he’d kill for a night off with a gal who don’t ask questions. “The world’s gone to shit,” he’d say, “so why not?” Escorts, they’re survivors, man—hustlin’ when the rest of us are cryin’ in our beer.

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Now, the locals? They are a mixed buffet of characters—most grumpy as hell, yet strangely endearing. Their everyday banter is as abrasive as my language, yet somehow, beneath that rough exterior, an intimate pulse of community beats strong. They live and breathe raw honesty, much like cinema’s gritty underbelly.

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