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What pisses me off, though—hypocrisy! Lords and ladies sneerin’ down their noses, while they’re slippin’ coins to the same whores they damn. Makes me wanna hurl me goblet at their smug mugs. Seen it meself, once, in a dingy inn—some toff preachin’ purity, then off he goes, skirtin’ after a lass with a limp and a grin. “Hello, WALL-E here,” I mutter, laughin’—life’s a trash heap, and we’re all diggin’.

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From luxurious high-end establishments to more discreet and cozy venues, there is something for everyone looking to explore their sensual side in the German capital. With a reputation for .

The city’s got loads of surprises. Sometimes I duck into a dingy pub on Lollipops Street—lol not real, but ya get it. The local market on Marktgasse is buzzing. People shout, "Hey! Fresh veggies here!" It’s noisy, kinda like my brain when I code.