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About Berlin

But—get this—some wild tales floatin round. One chick, swear she’s a ghost, haunts the top floor. Died there, they say, back in 1890s—stabbed by some john. Freaky, right? Gives me the heebie-jeebies! “We’re running out of time!”—that’s me, panickin bout her soul stuck in that dump. R2-D2, where are you? Need your beepin to calm me down!

Man, often I stroll near the river Lahn. It’s awe-inspiring – the water flowin’ calm, like, "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain!" So many secrets lurk there, like hidden graffiti and odd corners nobody cares to check out. I once caught a sunset there that made my brain go “Boom!” – pure magic, I’m telling ya.