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About Berlin

I’m ramblin, I know, but brothels? They’re messy, loud, stinky – oh lord, the smells! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation hangin in the air. Kinda like them favela shootouts – raw, in your face. Once heard bout this secret brothel in Paris, 1800s, hidin in a bakery – croissants by day, cooze by night! Cracked me up, but damn, that’s clever! Sneaky lil hustlers, I respect it.

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

This German city had few foreigners. Then refugees changed it in some surprising ways.