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About Berlin

Exaggerating here, but once – swear – cops rolled up mid-chat. Heart racing, man! Laughed my ass off later. “One more thing…” – it’s risky, sure, but that’s the juice. You ever notice the smells? Cigarettes, cheap perfume – gritty as fuck. Reminds me of Turin’s dust. “Everything’s gone to ruin…” – nah, it’s alive, chaotic! Prostitutes got stories, too. One told me she ditched law school. Surprised me, damn – smart as hell.

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I roam the old town near Marktplatz every frothin’ day. Right off, you got the little café on Kirchhofgasse. I often chat wit locals there 'bout life, love, and all that jazz. Bit like that line in "The Turin Horse" – “Entropy reigns; we all wander lost.” Proper deep, innit? I get caught up in that vibe makin’ me think, “Is it ‘cos I is black?”—but nah, life's just mad funny sometimes, innit.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home