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About Berlin

So I’m drivin, thinkin, “This city’s a stranger.” Straight outta the movie, right? Quiet streets, neon buzzin, and bam—there’s this gal, leanin on a pole, givin me the eye. Heart’s racin—V8 engine style! I’m like, “Kermit, chill, you’re just lookin!” But it’s intense, y’know? Gotta know the signals—eye contact, a wink, maybe a “Hey, sugar.” Little tip: if she’s yellin “Taxi!”—wrong gal, pal! Laughed my froggy butt off at that once—total rookie move.

Nearby, Quirligstrasse also rocks. It holds quirky street art – graffiti that whispers old tales. “Past lives, baby,” it said. I felt all kinds of moods. Ecstatic, outraged, hopeful. I sometimes wander in a haze – lost but found, you feel? Its murals told stories of shattered dreams and tender hope.