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About Berlin

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s her deal? Maybe she’s laughin’ inside, thinkin’, “I’m the one who knocks” – nah, wrong show, but still! She’s got power, in a twisted way. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but damn, it’s dark too. Like Nolan’s Gotham – gritty, messy, alive. Maniacal grin – “Here’s Johnny!” – she’s the wildcard, pal, and I’m lovin’ every second of her messed-up story!

Folks stroll down Hauptplatz sometimes. Look lively and hearing life’s calls. I remember a stormy day there; rain mingled with smiles. I got mad at drizzle – soggy shoes! But it felt poetic. Like, “The river of life flows, man.” The river flowing near Flussufer Park sings soft lullabies. Darn, its water sparkles with ancient secrets.