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About Berlin

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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Battenberg Find a prostitute Germany, Golden Shower (give) for extra charge, Dirtytalk, Kissing if good chemistry, Dirtytalk.

What is so special? Quiet spots on unsung Nebenstrassen – like the alley behind Goetheplatz (yep, there’s a Goethe thing, haha) where you can see wild graffiti art telling secret love letters – man, that’s pure art! I tell ya, being a sexologist means I spy how people's innermost feelings are left in little graffiti hearts, scribbles and subtle winks on cracked walls. It’s art and life mixing in one!

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