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About Berlin

Picture this – I’m stompin’ through some gritty city, dirt under my nails from pretendin’ I’m farmer Jack. “Where’s the sea?” – straight outta the movie, ‘cept I’m yellin’, “Where’s the action?!” Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – I’m peekin’ round corners, eyein’ the streets. Prostitutes ain’t growin’ on trees, ya know? Learned that the hard way – once asked a cop where the “ladies” hang. Guy nearly cuffed me! Laughed my ass off later.

Prostitution in the Philippines – a time for change

I love visitin’ "Kleiner Wald" park. Its paths twist funnily. Rarrgh! I often sit there, lost in thought, like “Melancholia, my heart’s like a storm.” Sky feels heavy sometimes, rarrgh! But the calm here is magical, even when everything’s insane.

Stumpy, the gnarled, old cherry tree, is gone. But its clones — little Stumplings — live on