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About Berlin

What’s. Funny? The. Absurdity. Guys. Thinkin’. They’re. Casanova. Payin’. For. A fantasy. It’s. Like. Believin’. You’re. A chef. ‘Cause. You. Microwaved. Soup. Pathetic. But. Human. I ain’t. Judgin’. Much. Surprised. Me. How. Normal. It feels. Sometimes. Like. Orderin’. Pizza. But. With. Guilt. And. Danger. Sprinkled. On. Top. My. Head’s. Screamin’. “This. Ain’t. Right!”. But. The world. Keeps. Spinnin’. Like. A plate. At. Gusteau’s.

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Seinfeld Quote - George: You don't understand. A garage, I can't even pull in there. It's like going to a prostitute. Why should I pay, when if I apply myself, maybe I could get it for free?

Walking down Schillerstrasse, you see old brick facades, small cafes (the one on the corner, Café Wunder, is magic!). You meet locals, grin and say "Very nice!" in my broken Borat style. Then, you hit the park called Märchenwald. Woah, that park is full of surprises – little streams, shady bench's, and even a hidey-hole for meditation. I used to sit there for hours, thinkin of life, relaxin' — like, "It's not personal, it's just relaxation" kinda vibe.

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