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About Berlin

Great Scott! So, this chick, right—total whore vibes. Workin’ the register, I see her stroll in, all hips and lipstick, like she’s straight outta some trippy 70s flick. Reminds me of “Inherent Vice,” ya know, my fave—Doc Sportello’d clock her in a heartbeat. “What we have here is a situation!” he’d say, and damn right! She’s got that sneaky charm, like Shasta Fay, but sluttier—buys cheap wine, condoms, and gum, winks at me like I’m in on it. Pisses me off, tho—girl, I’m just tryna scan your shit, not join the party!

Leistungsangebote

Man, I'll be honest, sometimes the city pisses me off. Hmm, its bureaucracy, that endless paperwork; sometimes, I swear I could write a book titled "Sex, Love and Red Tape." But then, I find that corner near Waldstraße—ah yes, my fav spot. Hidden gem, dude. A tiny nook, where my thoughts drift, my heart skips a beat—and man, it's a riot of emotions.