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About Berlin

I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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A seafaring story with a twist -- the incredible voyage of a shipload of "disorderly girls" and the men who transported them, fell for them, and sold them.

I sometimes get mad at noisy pigeons on Marktstraße – they drive me up the wall! But then they're funny, right? Haha, their little squawks remind me of meddlin' alarm clocks. C’mon, gotta love it! I enjoy my strolls, bumpin’ into friendly locals who wanna chat. I always try to slow down, ya know? "Pack it up, pack it in," I whisper, channeling a kinda spy-like vibe from that movie, all calm and stealthy.

Elinor Rees Obituary February 18, 2025