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About Berlin

Alright, so lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, mate, thru the eyes of ol’ Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, I’m strollin down these gritty streets, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin bastard, all moody and broke, kinda like me huntin for a good time. The vibe’s all gray, man, like “a world without color” – that’s from the flick, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere if ya squint right, hidin in shadows like cats waitin for scraps.

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Srrorry, my friend, I am ramblin, but surrender to the magic, we must! I love the unexpected typos and twisted turns of our fabled streets, almost like my brain’s been hit by a storm... hey, don't you know? It's all part of the charm of living in Apen, hissing, like The Headless Woman said, "I feel as though I'm in a dream," yess, a dream of wild contradictions and tender secrets.

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