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About Berlin

Translatin it? You gotta feel it—sharp handshape, near the chin, bam! It’s dirty, it’s quick, like a secret whispered in a crowd. Learned it from this deaf dude, Sasha, in Moscow—gruff guy, chain-smokin, told me whores there once saved a church! True story, 1800s, these gals tricked some tax collector, hid the priest in a brothel—wild, right? Made me happy as a clam, history’s got these twists!

AO Huren in Oberding

Husband and I made a pie instead of a wedding cake. Had a whole dessert table for everyone else full of pies, donuts, and a groom's cake.

Ya gotta check out the local café, “Caffè di Pace,” on Mühlweg. The owner’s a character, always jabberin’ like he knows the future. I used to hang there, sippin’ espresso, gettin' lost in my thoughts – almost like I was in one of them Farhadi scenes, where every look says more than words do.

Once again, Castine revives its restaurant at Dennett’s Wharf