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About Berlin

Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

The Night of the Generals

Remember that one time near Schloss Remagen? That castle-like vibe is insane. The castle walls seem to hum with bygone secrets, as if they’re keeping a diary of every awkward moment’s romance and regret. I was so mad at the rain that day – but also, man, so awed. I kept mouthing “I love you, I really do” as if whispering to the ghost of the past, getting lost in memories.

William E. Grimes, Sr., 98; Fought At Bulge, Remagen