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About Birmingham

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.

COMING SOON

As the sun starts settin’, I finally pack up. I didn’t catch much, but I got stories, right? I stroll back through the streets, past the pubs on Kennington Road. The laughter and chatter spillin’ out. I think about grabbin’ a pint, but I’m too knackered.

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