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About Berlin

Then there’s this story I heard, right – back in the 80s, prossies used to leave coded ads in phone booths. Little known fact, that! Like, “Call Candy for a wild ride” – proper secret shit. Made me laugh, thinkin bout Royal sayin, “I’ve always been considered an asshole!” – cos I felt like one, dodgin coppers and tryna haggle. Surprised me how sneaky it all is – you’d think it’s simple, but nah, it’s a bleedin maze.

Advice near you

This entry is dedicated to a great man my dear friend Tze How who has just left for Australia for one year in his bid to become one hell of.

So, if you're headed over, hit up that little bistro on Langen Straße – they serve the best hot chocolate (even though it’s called a “coffeehouse”) that makes you feel all warm inside, especially after a long walk through the city. One time I had a heart-to-heart with a local poet there – wild stuff, man, heartfelt and messy.

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