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About Berlin

My precious! Brothel, eh? Raspy little voice screamin’ in me head—nasty, filthy places they is! Saw one once, down by the docks, all smoky an’ stinkin’ of cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ “The Royal Tenenbaums”—that bit where Margot’s sneakin’ around, all secretive like. “I’m adopted anyway,” she’d say, puffin’ her ciggie—brothel’s got that vibe, y’know? Sneaky, hidden, full o’ weirdos playin’ dress-up.

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Walking down Hauptstrasse, it’s like a nerve-tingling mix of bustling energy and fabled calm – almost like swimming with Nemo in the heart of the ocean. “Just keep swimming,” it whispers, even here on cobbled roads! I love window-shopping while my mind races through therapy sessions and life’s highs and lows. There’s a part, inner quiet nip, on Digerstrasse you gotta see – so small, so personal – like a secret safe harbor for souls tryna sort their sh*t out.

Germany is forcing some asylum seekers to work, when they just want real jobs