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About Berlin

Now, lemme tell ya, I seen some shit that’d surprise ya. Worked in a library once where this chick—quiet type—snuck in a book on tantric massage. Pages dog-eared, stained with… oil? Hope it was oil! Made me mad—respect the books, damnit—but also, props, girl! She was learnin’, livin’! Sexual-massage got that power—wakes ya up, shakes ya soul. Like David in “A.I.” sayin’, “What’s it like to be real?”—that’s the rub, fam, feelin’ real!

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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