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About Berlin

Oi mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty Imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, lemme spill bout whores, coz I’ve seen plenty in me days. Whore’s a tricky word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, cheap wine, an’ a lass who’s seen more pricks than a pincushion. Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece—Fernando an Kátia knew how to show life raw. Like Lil Zé screamin, “I’m the king ‘round here!”—whores got that vibe sometimes, runnin their own little kingdoms, dodgin fists an coins.

Weinsberg, Germany

W HICH way to Weinsberg? Neighbor, say! ’Tis sure a famous city; It must have cradled, in its day, Full many a maid of noble clay, And matrons wise and witty; And if ever marriage should .

So, Weinsberg's this snug town in Baden-Württemberg, chillin’ near Stuttgart. The streets, man, they're like a treasure map – my fave is Schlossbergstrasse. I stroll there sometimes – massages later, ya know? And then there's Kappelgasse, where all the local legends hang, kinda like the back-alley moves when someone says, "You got one outta your money" like in that Spike Lee flick.

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