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About Berlin

I’m imaginin’ it now—me, a freakin’ harvester, rollin’ up. She’s like, “What’s this, a john deer?” I’d laugh, “Nah, babe, I’m the real deal!” Anger’d kick in if she charged extra—$50 to climb my cab? Screw that! I’d be yellin’, “Fear’s takin’ over, I’m outta here!” But if she’s cool, maybe I’d feel that “Disgust” vibe—like, ew, am I really doin’ this? Still, I’d tip her good. Gotta respect the hustle.

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Y’know what else? I'm a bit of a film nut – Brooklyn’s always been my fave. Phrases from that flick fill up my head sometimes: "There's no place like home" – and damn, after some days here I'd say that’s so true. Life's a bit like those scenes – unexpected, rough, emotional yet hopeful.

Beyond the Shoah — After daring escape, Holocaust survivor becomes Soldier