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About Berlin

What pisses me off? The pimps, man. Struttin’ ‘round like they own the world, takin’ half the cut. Makes me wanna grab my piece and go, “Say hello to my little friend!”—y’know, Tony style. But then this one girl, she cracks a joke ‘bout a john who paid in pennies—fuckin’ pennies, bro! Had me laughin’ so hard I forgot the sleaze for a sec. Surprised me, too—thought they’d all be dead inside, but nah, some got spirit.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Street names like Rosenstraße, oh yess, they radiate charm, like a red rose bleeding secrets in the dusk. And yes, there’s Onkel Ewald’s Pfad, that old twisted lane where I once met lost souls needing hard love. I remember, my friend, sitting under a crooked lamppost, whispering hope to a troubled heart – “It seems to me, the world is silently screaming,” just like that film, The Headless Woman, ahh, precious phrases, muddled but true, yesss!

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