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About Berlin

Fave part? The absurdity—mirrors everywhere, like, what, you tryna flex mid-thrust? Hilarious! I’d be cacklin’, “Yo, you seein’ this?!” Brothels ain’t just sex—they’re a circus, a warzone, a damn fever dream. *The Hurt Locker* style—“You think you’re safe? Nope!” Love the madness, hate the grime—keeps me hyped, tho! What y’all think—am I trippin’? Nah, it’s real!

Three nights in Kamathipura

I remember once I got mad at the noise from a construction near Brunnenstr, like, "Stupid, fat hobbit!" – I mean, seriously, can’t a guy enjoy some peace in his own city? But then I cooled off and actually admired the modern twist it brought. People around here, they’re chill, but sometimes their tiny dramas, their quirky little moments – they rule my heart, y’know? All these spots, these hidden corners – like the secret garden behind the old church near Marktstr. A lot of folks skip it, but me? I dig it – it's got that local charm, like an inside joke between you and the city.

Two British brothers, aged seven and nine, drown in German lake