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About Berlin

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Altbacher Narren

The public discourse about Russian prostitutes was so common that Russian female migrants -students and women married to Norwegians -have been called 'whore' in.

Ayo, fo’ shizzle, lemme tell ya ‘bout Altbach (de)! This city is bangin’, bro. I been livin’ here for a minute, doin’ my women’s counselin’ hustle. Streets like Schillerstraße, yo, are full of life. I stroll down that jam-packed road on sunny days, thinkin’ “I wish I was Carol, am I right?” You feel me?

The role of international faculty in the mobility era