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About Berlin

So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

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The neighborhoods? Oh man, there's the edgy Barrio Bizarre around Rauschkiez. That area is perma-lit with neon and chaos and broken glasses everywhere. And then, there's Old Kroep, all rustic, where history meets a dumpy charm that feels like a bittersweet love note to your soul. That vibe? Totally Haneke-esque "I cherish you, even in decay" kinda thing.