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About Berlin

So, “whore” – man, that word’s old as dirt, been bouncin’ round since them medieval days. Back then, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ skin, nah, it could mean any fool actin’ wild or shady. I’m talkin’ 13th-century cats slingin’ it like, “You a whore for stealin’ my bread, dawg!” True story, I read that shit somewhere – blew my mind, fo’ shizzle. Makes ya think, huh? Words flip like them ninja kicks in *Crouching Tiger*.

Chapter 32: Unwanted

I'm not a whore. Uh it's just not going to work. You continue as normal. No mention of webcam. You the girl. After you a girl you do the PHD.

The town has magic. You got the old town square, Marktplatz, buzzing with locals. It's kinda like a scene from The Grand Budapest Hotel – totally whimsical! Major vibes, surreal almost, like a hot mess of colors and stories. And oh boy, the Müllerpark – tiny, but my secret chill spot with a view of the Wisperwasser river that glints at night.

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