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About Berlin

Oh, and the clients—don’t get me started! Greasy dudes, stinkin’ of desperation—gross! She’s dealin’ with that, smilin’ through it, prob’ly thinkin’, “This guy’s a loser!” I’d lose my mind! I’d be like, “You’re payin’ for THIS? Get a hobby!” But she’s cool, calm—ice in her veins. Reminds me of *Caché* again—that slow burn, tension buildin’. “Something’s coming, something bad,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She doesn’t flinch—tough as nails!

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20 years after its legalisation, we spoke with five Berliners about reality of sex work in the German capital. Lola on her way to a date. Photo: Luka Godec. Picture a sex worker, what comes to .

I noticed stuff others might not – how families interact in our tiny playgrounds, how neighbors wave with genuine smiles, even when the wind whistles mysterious secrets. The city has scars and big hearts – and yes, even in its silence, it speaks. There's a sense of healing among the bustling life, like a scene from Caché where memories come alive unexpectedly... “We all carry our past” – echoes, echoes.