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About Berlin

So, say you’re huntin’ one down—maybe Vegas, best city, tremendous. You spot her—legs for days, attitude, real pro. You’re thinkin’, “Donald’d nail this deal!” But then—bam!—some jerk cop swoops in, ruins it. Surprised me once, ticked me off bigly! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Loser, back off my game!” Funny now, but then? Fumin’—like “the wind carries my rage” from the film.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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I dunno, man, Plaidt got me in these moods: happy, wild, and sometimes confused. Every corner has a memory or a little bit of magic. I see people's smiles, hear their silent cries, and feel every little nuance. Life here is like… a wacky, beautiful carousel ride!