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About Berlin

Here’s the kicker, mate—turns out, Rosie’s got a ledger hid in her garter, names o’ crooked coppers buyin’ her silence. Surprised me so hard I near choked on me own spit! “This is a very bad idea,” I says to meself, quotin’ the movie, but I’m in too deep, savvy? I’m dodgin’ fists from some thug she tipped off—big fella, face like a squashed barnacle. Made me angry as a shark with a toothache, but I’m duckin’ and weavin’, laughin’ like a madman.

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I’m always thinkin’, “Life’s chaotic, but this city’s got its rhythm, man.” Feels just like in Before Sunset again, where every encounter is a tiny revelation. Every time I fix a kink or rub away a headache, I feel like I’m massaging not just muscles but the very pulse of the city.

Hofmeister, Kurt Paul