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About Berlin

Now, brothels in Hawaii? They got history, aye! Back in them whalin’ days, 1800s-like, ships’d dock in Honolulu, an’ them lusty sea-dogs’d swarm the streets. Lil’ known fact fer ye – they called it “Hell’s Half Acre,” a mad patch o’ sin near the docks. Houses o’ ill repute poppin’ up like grog shops, an’ the locals? Pissed as a shark with no teeth! Made me laugh, it did – all them prudey folk clutchin’ pearls while me mates were clutchin’ somethin’ else, savvy?

Yo, so listen up about Wilhelmitor---Nord (de)! This city’s wild. Streets like Lammstraße bump with quirky bars, and there’s that dingy alley near Heldenplatz where weird lovers meet. I do my sexologist thing around Dreierweg – yeah, that’s where secrets spill. I always crack up when I see couples at Kleinstadtpark. It’s chill, green, kinda shabby but it’s home.