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About Berlin

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

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The little library on Kirchplatz? Not your average dusty bookpile. It's a darn treasure trove of local legends. I spent a rainy afternoon there, havin’ a heated debate over Freud and Jung with a friendly local. My passion for love and sex evolved even more that day!

Pizzeria Antonio dishes up Bavarian amore in the form of pleasurable pies