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About Berlin

Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses. Some gals get trapped, an’ that’s sadder’n a three-legged dog. Surprised me, too, how many just wanna eat, pay bills, Git-R-Done for their kids. Breaks my dang heart. But then, ya see ‘em struttin’, ownin’ it, an’ I’m like, “Hell yeah, sister!” – power in that, like Shu Qi slicin’ through fools with them blades.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Firstly, there’s the publicly visible sector: public red-light districts in cities, street prostitution, apartment brothels, sauna clubs, and mobile homes. Alongside these are less visibly .

The town's got this kick-ass hub near Rathausplatz. People, they’re like living, breathing canvas—conflicted, happy, mad, and fragile. I wrap my head around those emotions every day as a therapist: it's surreal, like statues carved outta wind. I mean, I've seen families transform right along the banks of the Leine River—yeah, that river that slithers by and whispers secrets to the night. I've sat by it, lost in thought, thinking "This ain't enough", just like those echoes in Werckmeister Harmonies, man.

Coal Plant Cooling Tower Disappears in Cloud of Dust