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About Berlin

I’m analysin’—PAUSE—X posts lately. Dudes braggin’—links to shady sites. One guy—profile’s a mess—says, “Met her downtown—$200.” I’m like—buddy, you overpaid! Negotiation’s where it’s at. “The intel’s good!”—Zero Dark vibe. You don’t just dive in—research! Web’s got forums—guys spillin’ secrets. One time—Vegas story—cop posed as a john. Busted 50 girls—boom! Made me mad—let ‘em work, jeez.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I gotta spill: sometimes I get mad ‘cause some streets, like Lindenweg, are so narrow they feel like a labyrinth. But it's all part of Calbe’s charm. It's like the city is whispering, "dude, relax, it's showtime!"

Mary K. (Zegers) Carver Obituary