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About Berlin

Last week, mate asked, “Where’s the good ones?” Pissed me off—thinks it’s a shoppin’ list! Told ‘im, “Near the old pub, dimwit!” Happiest day when one winked at me. Me, ugly Gollum—felt like a king, ha! “Something’s wrong,” she muttered—movie vibes again. Prossies got stories, mate, not just tricks.

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Down in the old district, near Alte Schmiede, I'm surprised how so many old bricks sit around like memories that won’t die. I get pissed sometimes looking at needless graffiti. The local cafe, Zum Kühnen, serves weak coffee. I laugh at it hard. I mean, really, who needs five cents spice in coffee? I dig into that irony.

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