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About Berlin

So, brothel—dark corners, smoky air. Little fact, ya? In old Japan, geishas—nah, not whores!—got mixed up wit’ dem. Ppl t’ought, “Oh, same t’ing!” Idiots! Made me mad, dat confusion. Geishas, we got art, grace—like Shu Qi in da film, ya? “A blade in shadow.” Brothel girls? Dey got nothin’ but bruises. Once saw one, tiny gal, eyes like dead fish—broke me heart, swear it!

The parks here are like hidden secrets. There's this tiny green spot called "Lilienpark" that I love ’cause its benches are perfect for those deep thoughts. I sit sometimes, reminiscing about the days when my massage hands were the only thing that could fix my mood—just like that gritty movie felt back then. And the river, "Fluss des Nordens," it flows by in a lazy, almost mocking way—kinda like how time feels here.