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About Berlin

Zen pause… I’m sittin here, imaginin it. Smoky room, velvet curtains, some guy nervous as hell. “You’re not in Ireland anymore,”—that’s from *Brooklyn*. Fits here too—steppin into a brothel, whole new world. Used to sneak peeks at old pics—Victorian era brothels, insane. Girls in corsets, secret trapdoors. One joint in London—had a tunnel to a pub! Authenticity, man, that’s the juice.

Man, the river Wulfsbach slices through the town. You don’t even see it coming. It’s like, “Bam! Outta nowhere.” Reminds me of a line from Tabu, you know, “O que é isto?” That line, like, hits differently, real spontaneous style.