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About Berlin

Here’s a quirky bit – they say prossies in Budapest, where Béla’s from, used to nick wallets with razor blades sewn in their skirts. Mental, right? Dunno if this one’s got tricks, but I’m watchin’ her hands! Anyway, we sort it – twelve quid, done. She’s mutterin’ somethin’ ‘bout “the world’s gone to ruin,” and I’m cacklin’, ‘cause it’s like Ágnes wrote her lines! We shuffle off, me half-cut, her half-bored – proper romantic, eh?

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The river Flusschen (yep, that’s its secret name, shhh) winds around the town. I’ve had my heart broken here by its reflections, and every twist reminds me to hustle hard like Jordan Belfort said, “The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself.” Dang!

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