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About Berlin

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

Central-Eastern Europe

Streets? Oh, man—Hauptstraße is my daily parade ground. It buzzes with life. The coffee shops buzz, the locals gab, and I sometimes sneak in for a cheeky cuppa. Then there’s Lindenweg, a leafy track that feels like a park in itself. Back in the day, I spent hours here, inspired like “a marble mirage” (yep, that’s a Sorrentino vibe!).

The extreme right is going mainstream. Should the Jews be worried?