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About Berlin

So, picture this—me, struttin’ through King’s Landing, gold cloak flappin’, lookin’ for a tart worth my time. Not these pox-ridden slags by the docks, stinkin’ of fish and despair. No, I need one with a *concierge* vibe, y’know? Like Monsieur Gustave, all “Lobby Boy!” smooth-talkin’, but she’s got tricks up her skirt. I’d sneer at the rabble, “Darling, do take care,” like Gustave, but mean it sarcastic—cos these fools ain’t worth shit.

London Labour and the London Poor, extra volume

You ever been to the little open-air market by Rathausplatz? It's all buzz and chatter – a mix of random voices tellin' rhapsodies that get your heart racin' (and not just from the spicy sausage stalls 🍴)! Its vibes remind me of nature’s unpredictable love scenes, unexpected and intense.

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