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About Berlin

What gets me goin’? The buzz, the chaos—happy as a pig in muck when I’m dodgin’ some pimp’s glare. But the sleaze? Nah, that pisses me off. Grubby hands, fake smiles—makes me wanna clock someone. Surprised me once, though—this one bird in Paris, classy as hell, spoke four languages, ran the show like M runnin’ MI6. “Nature’s got nothin’ on this,” I thought, echoin’ Monty’s rant about life screwin’ ya.

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Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. Missing: Radebeul.

The Elbe river cuts through like steel, shimmering in the dusk, remindin’ me of that line from "Before Sunset": “You know, if I had a gun with two bullets...” – or somethin’ like that. I dunno, it sticks! I loooove wandering near the riverbanks, where the city hums with quiet mystery. “Sharon!” I think every time I pass my fave park, the Lößnitzgrundpark – yeah, that hidden gem with crazy scenic trails and shady corners for secret meetups.

Karl May Museum hangs on to Native American scalp