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About Berlin

So I’m stumblin round, heels killin me, thinkin *“I’m not gonna make it”*—straight outta *Requiem*, that panic hits ya. Found one gal tho—Lola, she said—real sweet, big eyes, but tough as nails. She’s chattin me up, all *“What’s a doll like you want?”* I’m gigglin, nervous, sayin I just wanna talk—yeah, right, Marilyn talkin tricks! She smirks, *“Sure, honey, talk’s extra.”* Had me dyin—smartass! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, fightin for her lil piece of the pie, ya know?

Prostitution Laws in Dortmund

I know my work pushes me to see intricate little things: the subtle changes in people's faces at Riebeckstraße, the warm smiles, the despair in a frown. It’s like every glance adds a verse to this urban symphony. And sometimes, I feel, like in Requiem, the lines blur, dreams crumble, realities teeter on the edge. But damn, it’s real.

Two crime stations, one passion