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About Berlin

I’m mad as hell sometimes, fam—cats out here judgin’ these girls, but they the same ones droppin’ cash for a quick fix. Hypocrites, yo! Me? I’m chill, I respect the grind—everybody eatin’ somehow. Reminds me of *Ida*, that line, “You’re a funny sort of nun”—‘cept it’s “You’re a funny sorta john,” tryna act holy while you sinnin’, ha! Surprised me how deep it runs, tho—like, some of these chicks got stories, not just tricks. One time, I heard ‘bout this girl, worked the docks in Jersey, saved up, bought a damn food truck—flipped the script, now she slangin’ tacos ‘stead of ass. That’s that hustle I stan, Young Mula!

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

A spot for truckers, prostitutes and other suspicious life forms. There is always a kind of atmosphere reminding you of the illegal past of this building.

The spa life here is a trip. Every day I see folks wander through, some stressin' out, others just floatin' like, "I wish we could just reset, erase these damn memories…" and I’m like, "Eternal Sunshine, baby!" I mix essential oils awake with others totally asleep – kinda like my brain when I forget where I hid the spa towels... D’oh!

A helping hand from the neighbours - 20 years on