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About Berlin

Now, *Children of Men*—fuckin’ love that flick. “The world’s gone to shit, Kee’s preggo, hope’s bleedin’ out.” Whore in that world? She’d be a survivor, mate. Slingin’ ass in a dystopia, dodgin’ bombs, tradin’ sex for a crust of bread. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—she’d say that to those posh Fishes rebels, all high and mighty. She’d outlast ‘em all, tho—grit over ideals. Makes me happy, that—tough bitches always win.

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Sometimes, I get mad – nay, SHOOK – when the locals fuss over trivialities. “It’s not about the money, but the feeling!” I cry. Yet, anon, my smile returns as I massage away their woes, feeling their hearts mend like fractured glass. The ancient town walls and the modern café on Römerturm str. bring contrasting smiles, much like the enigmatic blend of art and commerce.

Sonja Berr Judoka