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About Frankfurt

I knew this one gal—Candy, swear to God—worked downtown. Funny as hell, too! She’d say, “Oprah, I’m my own boss!”—total lie, pimp owned her ass. Made me laugh, then cry. Surprised me how smart she was—knew every cop by name! Could talk politics, too—better than half them suits on TV. “Who needs justice?” she’d smirk, quotin Leviathan vibes. I was like, girl, you a philosopher!

Guided district tour “Secret Karlshorst. Walk through in the former Soviet restricted area”

It’s a huge site, in Karlshorst, Berlin, with several imposing buildings scattered around a large area, all boarded up, sealed off from prying eyes, stripped of the secrets and any evidence of .

Then there’s the nature – oh man, the parks break your heart in the best way sometimes. Karlshorst’s Siedlungspark? Simply magic. I’ve sat there, watchin’ the flickerin’ light on Kienbaum’s little stream. And hey, for real, no one cares that I cry when I see the sunsets, but I do! So raw, so honest. Sometimes, I feel my soul’s shoutin’, “I’m a woman’s counselor, workin' in the dark, with the sunrise of hope!”

‘We had to do this’: Berlin museum to drop ‘Russian’ from name