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About Berlin

Wot gets me goat—grrr!—is them judgy pricks, y’know? Callin’ escorts filth, but they’re the ones sneakin’ round at night! Hypocrites, mate! Makes me wanna—hup!—kick a bin over! But then, happy bit—saw this escort lass buyin’ cakes for a homeless geezer once. Heart of gold, eh? Surprised me, that—thought they’re all cold cash, no soul. Nah, some got that “Fight and you’ll never survive” grit, but soft inside.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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