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About Berlin

I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

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The neighborhood in the east – oh, it's got that artsy, boho feel. Cobblestone alleys, funky bars, and secret spots where quiet souls meet. I always got a smile when I wander down Schillerallee. Sometimes I run into folks who say, "Gru, tell me somethin’ deep!" And I say, "Pitty-pat, life’s messy, like a wild tango!"

Ramuwan Festival unites Cham families in remembrance and prayer