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About Berlin

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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Hey, buddy. Grossenkneten? Wow, man… it's a wild mix. You know, I’ve been here, coding, dating, living… it's an odd vibe, like a scene from "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives" – those spiritual, mysterious pauses, y’know?

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