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About Berlin

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Ya wanna talk bout findin a prostitue, huh? I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional bastard extraordinaire—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I got thots on this. Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin like some damn kung-fu showdown in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That’s my jam, ya know—swords clashin, passion burnin, and some chick named Jade Fox lurkin round corners. Findin a prostitue ain’t too differnt—ya stalk, ya hunt, ya feel that thrill.

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Life advice: Find a man who listens and talks to you the way Orson does to Bree after the lemon lemon meringue pie incident.

Now, I won’t lie – sometimes Mering gets on my nerves, too. Traffic snarls on Am Bahnhofskai can drive you mad, and don’t even get me started on the incessant construction noises near Altstadtgasse! Yet, these quirks only add layers to its complex personality. I mean, every scar, every buzz, every unexpected burst of sensuality is a part of this city’s symphony.

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