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About Berlin

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, Southern style—Dr. Phil comin’ atcha! I reckon it’s a messy ol’ world out there, like somethin’ straight outta *Dogville*. You got this gal, Grace, in that flick—sweet as pie but runnin’ from some dark stuff, ends up tradin’ her body just to survive. “The town’s got its price,” like they say in the movie, and ain’t that the damn truth? How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself to folks who’d spit on ya soon as pay ya?

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.