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About Berlin

I’m happy as a pig in shit, ‘cause she’s cheap – ten quid, bargain! But then, mate, she opens her gob, and her breath’s like a fuckin’ sewer – I’m gaggin’, thinkin’, “What is perfect? Nothin’s perfect!” Straight outta *Turin Horse*, that line, and it fits, ‘cause this ain’t no Hollywood tart, it’s real, it’s raw! Made me angry, though – why’s it always the skanks that find me? Where’s the class birds at?

We are sorry to see you go

I tell ya, my work as a relaxation specialist, it makes me sees what others miss. Like, when you stroll past the little bookshop in Lindenweg, (Sonderbuch – name a mouthful, huh?), and see ancient maps kissing the walls – they be whisperin secrets of the old times. So I always slow down there, smile at spines of books and imagine epic stories. Very nice, yes?

Chance of fair trial for Einfeld 'remote'