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About Berlin

So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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I’ve got this little secret spot too – near the brick arches by the old mill, on Böhmstraße. I always find a quiet corner to meditate and vent about daily stresses. Ugh, sometimes it makes me so mad how noisy the city gets when folks rush about! But sometimes, oh boy, it makes me so happy – I mean, the streets dump historical flavor all over ya even when stuff like random festivals pop off.

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