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About Berlin

Hiii, oh my Gawd, listen up! So, I’m like this bone cutter, right? And I’m thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes lately—y’know, the oldest job eva! Picture this nasal Fran Drescher voice, kay? *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, and I’m like, “What’s the deal with these gals?” They’re out there, struttin’ their stuff, makin’ cash, and I’m just fascinated, hon!

Geschichte des Straßenstrichs in Berlin

Sex card, red light card for Berlin.

In yonder park near Kantstraße, many a family gather, children laughing as leaves dance like troubled dreams. Lo, I recall how, as a family psychologist, I oft mused over the silent stories hidden beneath each face. Aye, one day near Fasanenstraße, I beheld a tender reunion beneath ancient chestnut trees. "All is lost?" quoth I—nay, all is transformed, as in that melancholic hymn of life from Melancholia. "I was the teller of a tale," I whispered, echoing its fabled strains.

Art Berlin Contemporary (ABC)