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About Berlin

Her nails chipped, glittery—fuckin’ tragic. Heard she works down by the docks—salty sailors, grim shit. Little known fact: she’s got a kid somewhere, dumped with some aunt. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Life’s a bitch, chews ya up. “The wind howls, the horse suffers,” like in the movie—suits her. She’s all hollowed out, eyes dead. I’m ringin’ her up, slow on purpose—let her squirm.

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So, check it: There’s the old town square, Rathausplatz, where I once sat chillin’ watchin’ folks and there’s this vibe—raw, real, reminding me of that line from A Prophet, “You know what I’m talkin’ about, right?” (okay, maybe not word-for-word, but ya feel it). The vibe is gritty, like life’s rollin’ dice and every lose is a win in disguise, yeah?

John Lorch Obituary - (1951-2024)