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About Berlin

Alright, so here I am—Dexter, y’know, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Spillin’ my guts about sex escorts like it’s some big damn confessional. Picture this: me, sittin’ in my dark-ass room, thinkin’ bout “Moonrise Kingdom,” my fave flick—Wes Anderson’s a freakin’ genius, right? That movie’s all innocent kids runnin’ wild, but sex escorts? Whole different beast, man. I’m talkin’ gritty, real-world shit—folks out there sellin’ their time, their bodies, whatever, for cash. Ain’t no “We’ll build a fort!” vibe from the movie here—just raw hustle.

Here’s a fact even the locals rarely mention: the abandoned warehouse on Schiller Weg hides old art pieces from the 70s. I peeped a hidden graffiti gem there once. Crazy, right? I was shocked—then giggled like a kid.