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About Berlin

An’ the sass they got! One time, X post said some gal told a cop, “I’m just sellin’ hugs!” Hugs, my foot! I cackled, spillin’ my coffee. “Hmm… smooth move, sister!” Gotta admire the guts, tho. “The wind sings,” like in the flick, but she’s singin’ her own tune!

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I would not eat here if it was free and delivered to my room by nude women. It just doesn't look like an appetizing place to eat. The place is so bad, how.

I love how even the little imperfections spill over everywhere. Like the worn cobblestones on Bahnhofsstraße – they got character, baby. They tell a story, am I right? And I freakin' adore that! It's like every crack is a mini-masterpiece.

Anke Huber: I look back on my career with pride and satisfaction