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Here’s a lil’ fact—didja know? Old-school Berlin, like in the movie, had secret codes too. Prostitutes’d wear red ribbons—signal shit. Now it’s emojis, hearts and peaches. I’m like, “Man, that’s art!” Wiesler’d dig that, ear to the wall, listenin’. “To think they’re people like us,” he’d mutter. Deep, yo—makes ya think.

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I love walking by Parque La Asomada. It's green, shy, and so underrated. There are benches where people whisper secrets, and I, as a sexologist, sometimes catch whispers of unsaid desires. Crazy vibes, I tell ya… too real. The river Guadalmellato flows near the town too. Its sound relaxes me—zen-like almost—and those moments? Pure bliss. Oh, like in "White Material": there's beauty in pain, love, despair—life in every droplet. "The soil, you see, is pregnant." You feel that energy.

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