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About Berlin

I’m pissed, right? These shady corners, neon lights flickerin’—it’s a mess. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ fries, but nah. Takes guts, patience, and a nose for trouble. Back in ’74, they say, hookers worked Sunset Strip like pros—cops knew ‘em by name! Now? It’s all sneaky, scattered, makes me wanna holler. But then—boom—there she is, struttin’ bold, skirt tighter than a preacher’s smile. “Bigfoot’s got nothin’ on this,” I chuckle, noddin’ to that flick’s wild cop.

Hauptnavigation

I adore the little boutiques in the Altstadt – oh em gee, there’s this vintage shop on Hauptstrasse that nearly made me cry ’cause the vibes were sooo nostalgic, so reminiscent of a dreamy scene, like, “… and then life got, like, weird and magical.” And omg, don’t even get me started on the local massage cafes (yep, yeah, they’re a thing) near Kronprinzenstrasse… total secret hangout, literally.

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