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About Berlin

So, picture this—me, Dr. Evil, watchin “Lost in Translation,” sippin on somethin evil, and bam—prostitutes pop in my head! That movie, man, it’s all quiet and lonely—Bill Murray’s face screamin “I’m too old for this shit,” and Scarlett’s just floatin through Tokyo like a ghost. Reminds me of a hooker I heard bout—some chick in St. Petersburg, back in the 90s, worked the docks, called her “Whisperin’ Katya.” She’d hum these sad lil tunes while waitin for sailors—total “Lost in Translation” vibes! Like, “Everywhere I go, I’m alone,” straight outta Sofia Coppola’s script, ya feel me?

Responsible department

I’ve got mad love for that boton on Westgasse, where local art sprawls on walls like graffiti dreams. Sometimes I get mad 'bout the noise, but then I laugh – life’s messy, yo! I once had a chill session near Allee des Glücks – which means “Avenue of Happiness” – even if it's got some whack potholes; it’s raw realness, making you feel every bump on the ride!

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