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About Berlin

So, real talk—where do you even start? Back in the day, like pre-internet times, you’d cruise sketchy streets, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ you don’t end up in a ditch. Fun fact: in old-school NYC, the meatpacking district—yeah, where all the fancy boutiques are now—used to be hooker central. Blows my mind! Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, coded ads. You’re scrollin’, thinkin’, “Is this legit or am I about to get catfished by some dude named Gary?” Makes me wanna scream—half the time I’m pissed at how shady it gets, half the time I’m laughin’ at the absurdity.

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Now, as a family psychologist, I’ve got this weird knack for noticing the subtle vibes here. You stroll past Rathausplatz, the old town hall square, and you feel it—history, serenity, and an undercurrent of mystery, maybe even secrets whispered by the wind. I remember once, while walking near Lindenweg—yep, that quiet little street off the beaten path—I had this heart-to-heart with a complete stranger on a park bench at Park der Eichen. I swear, we connected in about a minute, like our souls were pinned together. Truly, "tempus fugit", eh?

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