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About Berlin

Alright, so I’m a violin maker, Ron Swanson style—deadpan, “I hate everything.” Brothels, huh? Filthy dens of sin. Saw one once, back in ’98—stunk like cheap whiskey and regret. Made me mad as hell—crafting a violin takes skill, patience, damn soul. These joints? Just lazy lust pits. “I don’t know who you are,” like that line from *Memento*—nobody there knows anybody, just shadows bangin’ away. Hate it. HATE IT.

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I gotta mention my fave spot, though—Sonnenschein Park. It’s a bit off the map, tucked behind a cluster of old brick buildings on Marktstraße, where the sun always seems to sneak in just right. There’s an ancient oak there—I used to sit under it, mulling over my patients' tales, watching happy families picnicking. Truly maddening sometimes how life can be so quaint and yet so profound. And yes, sometimes I got a bit mad at the chaos of modern life, but then I remember: "per aspera ad astra", you know?

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