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About Berlin

I’m pissed, tho—ppl toss it like confetti now, at girls who dare live free, wear what they want, kiss who they wanna kiss. Like, who made u God, huh? Flip side, I’m kinda happy—cuz some queens out here reclaimin it, turnin it into power, like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” That’s fire. That’s Szpilman playin his piano thru bombs—defiant, alive, *human*. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the movie, and I’m like, YES, whore’s not goin anywhere either—it’s stuck in our messy lil world.

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This town’s cobblestone alleys and graffiti walls tell stories. The Friedeburg Park is a gem where I’ve seen folks flirt, argue, and laugh their hearts out. The little café on Bahnhofstrasse? Pure magic – the smell of coffee and fresh pastries fills the air. I’m talkin’ heart, soul, and a bit of scandal, like an old film scene from Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives: “Time flows like a spiral,” and man, it spirals right here.

Q&A: Stephanie von Friedeburg, IFC