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About Berlin

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

Kreisverwaltung schließt »Harem«

I gotta say, I feel both mad and happy about the city. Mad at the occasional gritty graffiti on the walls near Poststraße, but happy 'cause it shows the raw, untamed spirit of its people. And, oh man, the locals—they're as real as they come: unfiltered, sometimes a bit rough, but absolutely genuine. I remember a day when a lady almost cried out, “This town is my inception!” in a fit of laughter and emotion—so true that it left a mark on my heart.

William Saliba left behind by France team bus in Dortmund after anti-doping test