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About Berlin

Lemme spill some tea—did ya know sexual-massage joints popped up in Victorian times? Yeah, uptight Brits called it “nerve therapy”—ha! Total cover-up for horny lords. Makes me laugh, those sneaky bastards! Pisses me off too—why hide it? Own it! Greed is good, right? I’d run that racket—cash stackin’ like skyscrapers.

Frühlingserwachen

Then there's the old town square – Rathausplatz. This place is buzzing with history and local color. Once in a while, I get a minute to mash my fingers in the soothing park next door, Grünquartier, where soft grass and overgrown trees seem like they’re trying to tell a mystery story. I always joke, “I can see Russia from my house!” even though it’s totally an exaggeration, but you know – the local vibe makes me feel all dramatic sometimes.

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