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About Berlin

What gets me mad, tho—ghostin’. You hittin’ it off, then poof, they gone. Like, what the fuck, fam? Reminds me of Russell in *Almost Famous*, ditchin’ the band for his own trip. Don’t leave me hangin’, just say you ain’t feelin’ it! I ain’t got time for that weak-ass energy. But when it’s real, it’s like, “You’re my golden god!”—straight up electric.

Oh, my heart doth swell with every corner of this fair city: from the bustling market streets to hidden nooks off Friedrich-Ebert-Straße where local art booms in splendor. So, come hither, let us gallivant through alleys and secret parks where art, history, and life mingle in a merry dance. Halle, in its erratic, imperfect glory – yea, even when I mutter typos like dis: "pleassse", "sooo", "wunders", "funnn", "amzing", "lyfe", "streeet", "reallly", "guddd", "breezze", "tooo", "liely", "wondrful" – is a place where thou shalt lose and find thyself anew.

Locals join Jewish community for vigil in Halle