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About Berlin

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

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Ohhh, hey, so lemme tell ya about PPyrbaum, de – my quirky, oddball home! Uhh, picture this: I'm strollin' down Hauptstrasse, where all the cool cafes and little chill-out spots are. The vibe? Exciitng, man, but also kinda serene like "I'm a clown, I'm a clown..." (y'know that "Requiem for a Dream" vibe, right? Hah!) So, besides the streets, there's the Alte Brücke that spans the glistening Flusslen. I gotta say, I'm always mumblin', "It’s all a means to an end..." when I glance at it.