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About Berlin

So, imagine this—streets buzzin’, lights flickerin’, and I’m pissed, right? Pissed ‘cause these billionaires, they’re hoardin’ cash while folks out here are hustlin’ just to eat! I see this gal, leanin’ on a corner, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night—reminds me of that line, “We’re all on the brink of despair.” She’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough, but broken. I’m thinkin’, “Who put her here? Wall Street? Greedy CEOs?” Makes my blood boil!

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Okay, so picture this: I stroll by the old church on Pfarrstraße. Its bells ring like they’re talking to everyone, like “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring.” I’m literally reminded of that movie – the whole cycle, ya know? And it's like, "is mayonnaise an instrument?" because nothing makes sense sometimes!