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About Berlin

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

On Learning Chess Backwards

Bro, this town's got soul – just raw, unfiltered emotion. I see people that make you laugh when you're mad, cry when you're happy. It's that vibe, like a scene straight out of "Son of Saul" but with a twisted romantic feel.

Ribbon cut to celebrate new park under development in Reinfeld