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About Berlin

Up on the ridge, saw this bloke once. Shifty eyes, boots caked in mud. Lookin’ for “company,” he says, winkin’. Mate, I nearly lost it—laughed so hard I choked. “A grand don’t grow on trees,” I hissed, quotin’ *25th Hour*. Spike Lee’d get it—desperation’s a helluva drug. This guy, tho, dumb as rocks. Thought he’d find a prossie at 8,000 feet! I mean, c’mon, altitude sickness ain’t sexy.

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There’s, uhh, gotta be some flaws – like how some parts of town still look a bit too sterile nowadays, lacking the soul I remember. Still, in my heart, these streets are like old friends; every crack, every faded mural tells tales of laughter and weepin’, of passions that never quite die. And let me tell ya: “everything is connected in ways we sometimes can’t see.”

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