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About Berlin

The guitar riffs? Nasty, crunchy, like Bruce the shark chompin coral. I’d crank it in my garage, drivin the neighbors nuts—oops, typo, neihbors. Happy as hell tho, it’s pure energy, gets me dancin like a lunatic. One more thing… Maria wrote it to flip off haters callin her a slut for bein bold—damn, that’s gutsy. Reminds me of Nemo goin, “I’ll go alone!” Total middle finger to the world.

Novum Store Schwarmstedt

Schwarmstedt's got these narrow cobble streets, like Schulstraße – always buzzing with quirky shops and cafes that smell like fresh brews. I stroll down Feldstraße on my off days, thinking "Whoa, look at all these little details," kinda like Chihiro in Spirited Away – "I'm not going now... I'm here, groovy!" Sometimes I get so deep into my massages that I literally imagine the spirit of the city swirling around me, like magic spirits from the movie.

A Thinker You Should Know: Wilhelm Röpke