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About Berlin

What gets me happy? Catchin’ folks who don’t whore out. Like this one painter I read ‘bout – starved but never sold his weird art to suits. Respect, doc! Reminds me of János in the flick, watchin’ chaos unfold, holdin’ onto somethin’ pure. “The stars are still there,” he’d say – damn right, not everythin’s for sale! Surprised me how rare that is tho. Most’d whore their granny for a buck.

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My dissertation pursues an ideological critique of the figure of the Great Whore that takes into account contemporary understandings of sexuality in order to.

Yo, Hartenstein’s mad real, man! I’ve been livin’ here for a minute. The city’s vibe is off the charts. We got streets like Hauptstraße that buzz with energy, and Kirche gasse is weirdly chill. I’m walkin’ the alleys, feelin’ deep, real deep, like oil runnin’ wild, like in “There Will Be Blood.” I mean, “I drink your milkshake, I drink it up!” Wow, right?!

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