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About Berlin

So, brothels—grimy, loud, smells like sweat n’ cheap perfume. Been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for coin! Haha, savage, huh? Makes me laugh, but also—kinda sad, y’know? These folks, hustlin’, survivin’. Gets me all worked up—angry at the world sometimes. Why’s it gotta be like that?

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There’s a clumsy, run-down park—Park der Verlorenen Seelen. Yeah, the name says it all. I once sat on a rusty bench there. I was ranting about the hypocrisy of societal norms. My brain buzzed with thoughts, “I choose violence” against the oppressive silence of judgment. Here, under dim lamplight, secrets were traded as currency.

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