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About Berlin

I reckon brothels be like the Spirit World—ye don’t know what’s real ‘til ye’re in deep. “You have to remember your name,” Chihiro’d say—well, I forgot mine after three rums and a redhead! Little fact fer ye—back in the day, some brothels had secret codes. Knock twice, whistle—bam, ye’re in. Felt like a bleedin’ pirate heist, only the loot’s a tumble.

Streitschlichtung EU

I’m walkin’ these streets, sometimes near the Tostedt river, where the water gently flows, like a soft whisper of secrets, and I see folks by the banks, laughing, lovin’, free, just livin’. It’s like one of those movie scenes, real poetic, but also gritty like the backalleys of Newark. And lemme tell ya, I got a few dirty little anecdotes from my work here. People come in, spillin’ their souls, and I’m thinkin’ “Gabagool? Ova here!” as if every secret is meant for this place, ya know?

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