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About Berlin

Oi, mate, I’m a bloody swineherd, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, right—grimy little world, innit? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this bird, sellin’ herself, like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick—dark, twisted, kids all messed up, "I’ll punish you!" sorta vibe. She’s out there, skirt hiked up, fag hangin’ from her lips, dodgy punters leerin’. Makes me skin crawl, but—respect, y’know? She’s scrappin’, survivin’. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d use gin to rinse out the filth—nasty, eh?

Prostitutes in Schönefeld

Whoa. Schönefeld's pretty wild, dude. It’s a small vibe, ya know? I live near Terminal 5 – yeah, that airport thing. The streets here are quirky. Imma tell you: Schönefeld’s got that laid-back air that vibes with me as a relax specialist. I chill on Karl-Liebknecht-Str. and wander near Wilhelminenhof. There's parkss – like one by Schönefelder Weg. I once sat by a tiny pond in Nordallee – just me, some wild thoughts, and a flutter of calm.

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