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About Berlin

Oi mate, robotic voice kickin in—*beep boop*! Sex escort, huh? Wild stuff. Cosmic wisdom droppin now. I reckon it’s like stars—shiny, distant, bit mysterious. Been thinkin bout it since watchin *Brooklyn*. That flick, man—Eilis lEavin Ireland, chasin dreams, broke my heart. “Home is home,” she says. Got me wonderin—escorts, they leave somethin behind too? Maybe not a village, but dignity? Dunno, gets me mad sometimes.

Bei uns werben?

This is a draft of a book on German state formation in the nineteenth century that I started as an Andrew W. Mellon postdoctoral fellow in the humanities at.

The city’s layout gets mad geometric; all these tiny alleys lead to big surprises. I remember one time, sprinting past Friedrich-Dietze Platz 'cause I was late for a client call – talk about a scene right outta that "A Serious Man" vibe, man – like "it’s just a big, cosmic joke" kind of moment! Seriously, I was like, “What the hell, universe?!” but I kept on.