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About Berlin

So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

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I was massaging a client once near the old train depot on Wilhelmstraße – damn, his shoulder was as stiff as a board! I cracked a joke quoting Inglourious Basterds: “Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie?” and he burst out laughing. I swear, that moment made my day, man.

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