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About Berlin

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

Nutten Huren

I had this one wacky day… walked through the city center, and a stray cat crossed my path near Rudi-Platte-Straße (yeah, weird name, right?) and I just burst out laughing cuz it reminded me of a scene from that movie where Zuckerberg says, "The internet is not written in pencil" – so deep, dude, so deep. I was like, “Whoa, slow down life, let me get a sec!”

A morning with Lia Rodrigues