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Here’s a lil’ fact—didja know? Old-school Berlin, like in the movie, had secret codes too. Prostitutes’d wear red ribbons—signal shit. Now it’s emojis, hearts and peaches. I’m like, “Man, that’s art!” Wiesler’d dig that, ear to the wall, listenin’. “To think they’re people like us,” he’d mutter. Deep, yo—makes ya think.

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It's only weird if you think it's weird. You have to figure out if you have any insecurities about being pegged. If so then talk to your partner.

PPego is not perfect, sure – there’s grumbles, like potholes on Calle del Olvido. But every flaw, every cracked tile, tells a story. I get happy ‘cause its rough edges make it real. Love and data both require raw authenticity.

From Pego to Luxembourg: the young promise of contemporary dance on the way to the international