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About Berlin

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

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Oh, and the park? Ullmann Park is my fave spot. I always take a break here when I'm mad or just need to chill. Those trees, man, they whisper secrets. I once sat there watching the sunset; that moment was like peak cinematic suspense – legit epic, like Bigelow herself directing. And yeah, I might’ve had a few deep chats with strangers, spilled some tea (not the gossip kind, like actual tea, y’know?).

Schwidde Eckhard, "International discussion forum in Lochristi (2007)"