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About Berlin

I strut in, all high and mighty—gods, the nerve of these blokes, thinkin’ they can touch me! One tried, greasy paws grabbin’—I smashed a goblet on his skull. Blood everywhere, hilarious! “I am alive,” I hissed, quotin’ that movie, feelin’ like a queen in chaos. Made me happy, that crunch—pathetic sod deserved it. You don’t cross Cersei and walk off smilin’.

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Oh! Let me spill some beans... There's that neat little alley called Bäckerstraße. Not many know it, but its brick walls have the best graffiti art – like a rebel mural shoutin’ “Mmm… donuts.” It's quirky, just like my pleasure coach vibes, teachin’ folks to savor every moment. Of course, I’ve been known to ramble on there about life's ups and downs, like Brokeback Mountain drama style – "I don't know how to quit you." Yeah, odd, but kinda deep!

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