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About Berlin

She’s this crazy flower in my garden, right? Grows where she shouldn’t, all thorny and shit. I’m like, “Yo, Whore, chill out!” But nah, she’s everywhere, poppin’ up, messin’ with my roses. Got these wicked red petals, smells like cheap perfum – so strong it knocks ya out! Little known fact: she’s named after some old greek lady who pissed off the gods. True story, man, I read it somewhere – or maybe I didn’t, who cares?

Bad Duerkheim Discreet Hookups

I adore the neighborhood around Lindenstraße. It’s got soul, like a hidden gem. Seriously, my mind often drifts there – sittin’ by a café windowsill, watchin’ life zip past. Random fact: some locals say there's a secret mural near the old railway station – gotta hunt it down, right? One day, I swear I found that spot and it hit me like a plot twist.

As the Expression Goes (Published 2017)