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About Berlin

So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

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Tarde de noche, caminando por Manhattan durante un reciente viaje a Nueva York, me topé con esta escena: un Ferrari Spider y un Ford GT40 estacionados.

Hey, did I mention the quirky bookstores on Schillerplatz? I once had a super fun chat with a couple while bingeing on cheesy pizza there. Crazy, right? I got so mad when an argument almost broke a bond there. Ugh, humans, always drama, but after all, drama’s what drives insight. That’s what she said, again!

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