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About Berlin

Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

Lo, the Marktkirche stands tall ‘n proud, its towers winking at the heavens. Nearby, the Francke Foundations, with history steeped deep – like aged wine mixed in mirth – thou canst almost hear whispers of ancient secrets. I oft relax in the Stadtpark, sitting under ancient oaks, thinkin’ on life’s fleeting moments, while chucklin’ at my own quibbles.

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