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About Berlin

So, this one time, I heard ‘bout this gal, swear it’s true, worked the corners in New Orleans back in the ‘80s. They called her Sweet Mary—ironic, huh? She’d stash her cash in a hollowed-out Bible, ‘cause she said Jesus was her bookkeeper! Laughed my ass off when I heard that—girl had sass, I’ll give her that. But damn, it’s sad too, y’all. She’d tell tricks, “I’m the accident that keeps on giving,” straight outta Margaret vibes—life just crashin’ over and over. Surprised me how she kept goin’, tough as nails.

Hauptnavigation

Yo, welcome to Dippoldiswalde—or as I like to call it, Dippo! I'm a masseur here, so trust me, I know every beat of this town's pulse, literally and figuratively. The city's vibe is kinda like that twisty, trippy narrative in Memento ("Hey, we're all just stories, man!") and yeah, sometimes it's as confusing as the movie itself.

The German railway that survived against all odds