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About Berlin

We slip into an alley—dark, damp, pure *Mulholland* vibes. “This is the girl,” I think again, head spinnin’—wine or lust, who knows? She’s quick, efficient—prolly done this a hundred times. Me? I’m imaginin’ I’m Justin Theroux, all broody and lost, fuckin’ a stranger while the world unravels. “What’s my name?” I laugh again—stupid question, she don’t care. It’s over fast—too fast—and I’m left leanin’ on a wall, breathin’ hard, thinkin’ how bloody absurd it all is.

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I always think back to a rainy night walk on Lindenweg – the rain pitter-pattering, and my mind goin' chaotic, "This is the rhythm of our lives, tragic and whimsical!" I swear, a phrase from that movie echoed: "The silence speaks louder than words," and I felt that in my bones, even if I was just wanderin’ around lookin’ for a good coffee joint at Café Schnapps.

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