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About Berlin

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

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Walk a bit north and you hit the local park, Turmstraße Park (I think. It might be something else but sounds cool, right?). It ain’t huge, but its silence speaks louder than a thousand eloquent speeches in a royal court. And then there's the old railway tracks closeby – they make for perfect nooks for a bit of clandestine introspection, kinda like secret rendezvous with one’s inner self.

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