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We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

Photos from One of Berlin’s Oldest Red Light Districts

Discover how Berlin's sex worker community is demanding policy changes to address stigma and surveillance. Whores Parade Berlin Photo.

So, first up, there's the quirky St. Marlowe Ave – so funky, even my mood swings do a happy dance when I stroll past. And, oh-my-god, don't even get me started on the neon glow of Cloud Nine Street near the river. Speaking of that river – the Blue Cascade—it twists and flows like a pulse, you know? It gives every sunset a hint of wild drama, just like in “Carlos”. Remember, as Carlos says, "We're dancing on the edge of time!" which fits my life here so damn well.

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