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About Berlin

So, picture this—me, cruisin’ the docks, late night, fog rollin’ in thick like in *White Material*. “The land burns, the land bleeds,” I mutter, watchin’ them ships unload. That’s when I spot her—red heels, leanin’ against a crate, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn port. I’m thinkin’, “Whoa, this chick’s got guts!” Kinda reminds me of Claire Denis’s vibe—raw, messy, real as hell.

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Man, I get riled up sometimes. That same area near the old market square, where kids play on gritty asphalt, makes me mad and happy all at once. It’s messy and real – like life itself. I swear, in my head, I always think, “This f***ing town is a masterpiece of pain and wonder,” even if every corner feels like it might collapse on you.

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