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About Berlin

I swagger into this dingy tavern, eyein’ the goods. One lass, she’s got a wink like she’s Zuckerberg codin’ a scam—sharp, quick, dangerous. “I’m CEO, bitch,” she might’a said if she knew the line, haha! Made me chuckle, that did—happy as a clam, I was. But then—THEN—some bilge rat tries chargin’ me double! Double! Fer a quick tumble! Got me blood boilin’, says I, “Mate, ye think I’m a codfish to fleece?” Nearly drew me sword, but rum said nay.

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Oh, and the streets? They’re quirky. Like, the alley on Brückenstraße—so narrow, so raw, almost elegiac. I always get a kick out of how stray cats roam there like tiny philosophers on a mission. And can you believe it? I once had an epic massage session that lasted so long, I swear I saw the reflection of history in my client's eyes. Wild, right?

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