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About Berlin

But here’s the thing—*Talk to Her* vibes hit me hard. That line, “The best thing is to wait,” pops up, and I’m like, wait for what? Love? A discount? I’m pacin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’—is this moral? Immoral? Who cares! I’m not hurtin’ nobody, right? Still, my brain’s yellin’, “Larry, you idiot, don’t do it!” But then—surprise, surprise—I’m curious. What’s she like? Does she talk? Does she laugh at my dumb jokes? I’d probably overthink it, ruin the whole thing. “So, uh, ya like Seinfeld?” Crickets.

One Day in Port-au-Prince: The Sex Worker

There were six women from Calcutta with an 'unfortunate' profession, eleven from Bombay described more bluntly as prostitutes, five female brothel-keepers, and.

So, first off, there's the Hauptstrasse – the main drag – always jammed with folks chattin' up, you feel me? I stroll 'neath the ancient oak trees along that road, thinkin' bout families, their struggles, and triumphs. St. Petersweg is a secret gem, a narrow lane with sassy little cafes where you can sip your coffee and eavesdrop on deep family convos – stuff that reminds you, "Goodbye to Language!" But hey, don't misinterpret – it's more than words, yeah?

Richard Blomberg Obituary