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About Berlin

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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Here’s a wacky tidbit: I always see people walkin’ by with mysterious smiles, like they’ve got a thousand stories hidden under their hoodies. Makes me think of that movie: “... everything will be perfect in the end, just as long as it’s not too far away.” Truly, every massage I give, every touch, feels like a tiny uncovering of life’s layers. Every knot I ease out and muscle I soothe reminds me how Langen’s heartbeat syncs with mine.

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