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About Berlin

Personal quirk? I’d never pay—too classy, me. But I get it—lonely sods, horny bastards, they flock there. One time, this tart winked at me—cheeky cow! Nearly broke character, laughed my tits off. Could’ve been a Bond girl, her—sass for days. Oh, and the smells—fags, sweat, regret—sticks to ya like glue. Hated that, made me wanna shower for a week.

The many men of Sonagachi—India’s largest red light district

I made a motel/brothel, tested it with wicked whims before the big update. Please feel free to comment, also if you think I can do anything.

Neighborhoods? Ah, check out Altland! Its cobbled streets and tiny alleyways make it feel so vintage, almost cinematic. Sometimes when I’m walking there, I think “everything is interconnected,” like that cosmic flow in Terrence Malick’s flick, ya know? But then, oh gosh, traffic noise ripples through, and I get all riled up—seriously, cars and coders, a bad mix!

EU/Germany: Damages after data breach/scraping – Groundbreaking case law