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About Berlin

Walk slow, talk soft. That’s my trick. They smell fear. Like dogs. Or desperation. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’. *Why’m I even here?* Then I spot her. Leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt’s too short. Eyes like Therese’s—searchin’. “You don’t know me,” she’d say. Like in the movie. But I see her. I always do.

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Now, gotta mention the neighborhoods—oh boy, they're terrific. Unsicker Gassl is trendy; folks there are crazy, full of spirit and even crazier stories. I once got so huffy 'cause a group wouldn't stop jabbering about nonsense on a sunny day—so angry I nearly said "you're all losers!" But hey, that's Wolnzach—no pretentious nonsense, just real talk! And every day, I see brave ladies, just incredible individuals, rising above everything. Absolutely inspiring, major inspiration!

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