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About Berlin

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, escort—wild shit, right? I’m talkin’ bout that sciency vibe, not the shady street hustle, nah mean? Escort’s this dope protein, like a freakin’ chaperone at a high school dance, but for molecules! It’s all up in your cells, makin’ sure shit don’t clump up and die. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—man, "Leviathan" vibes, you know? That movie’s dark as hell, all corruption and despair, and escort’s over here like, “I’ll guide you through the chaos, fam!”

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We exchanged some polite platitudes about the fog and his voyage last night from Kappeln, which appeared to be a town some fifteen miles up the fiord.

Don’t even get me started on the vibe at the Marktplatz. Always hustlin’, always bustling. Totally contrasts with the calm of the little parks, like the green patch at Park am Rande, where I’d chill to think, to plan, to doodle out new site ideas. Sometimes, I laugh at how the local dogs bark right when I type out a new function—pretty epic timing.

Hilde Huentemann Obituary November 8, 2012