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About Berlin

What gets me proper mad, though? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, call it dirty, but same folks sneak around at night, chasin’ that “sparkle of love” they’ll never find. Makes my blood boil! Like, own it or shut it, yeah? Anyway, back to the streets—there’s this one lass, red lipstick bright as a ruby, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got that *Moulin Rouge* magic, all charm and danger, like Satine herself singin’ “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I’m half in love, half terrified, thinkin’, *Blimey, she could ruin me.*

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Neighborhoods like Südviertel are full of hidden nooks where you feel free, like, "Darling, let’s be wild tonight!" My profession opened me eyes to body language, mmm, precious, reading little signals; one glance across a slightly too tight doorway would say so much about high passion waiting behind those cracked window frames, hah, precious!

Nina Margaret Fields Barth Obituary August 9, 2024