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About Berlin

I’m ramblin’, but listen—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories. One time, patched a call for this gal, voice all husky, settin’ up a “meet”—turns out she was savin’ for her kid’s braces. Broke my damn heart, but also—respect! Made me wanna hug her and yell, “You’re a freakin’ hero!” ‘Cept, ya know, boundaries. Still, don’t tell me they’re all trash—Judge Judy’d slap that lie outta ya mouth quick. “Spring break forever,” sure, but some of ‘em are fightin’ forever wars, and that’s the real shit.

Arthur Beilstein

Then ya got the little alleys – like Bäckergasse. Ahem, don't get me started: every corner’s a piece of art. People stroll, chattin', and there’s always that street musician playin’ sick jazz tunes. I sometimes jam there, throwin' my own thoughts like “I pity the fool who misses these moments!” I got my jam, ya know, and it fires up my heart for life and all its craziness.

UPDATE: Son charged with killing father