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About Berlin

So, find a prostitute—where ya even start? Web’s full of crap, X posts too—half them ads probly cops or scammers. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? Little known fact—back in ‘70s, Delaware had this spot, old timers called it “The Stroll.” Hookers lined up like cars at a gas station—cops knew, didn’t care. Made me mad, thinkin’ how folks just looked away—still do! Here’s the deal—ya gotta be careful, y’know? Dudes get robbed, beat up—hell, one time, heard ‘bout a guy losin’ his shoes! His shoes, folks! I’m like, “C’mon, man, that’s just insult on top of injury.”

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Look, Anroechte isn't perfect – it’s a hodgepodge of dreams and frustrations. But it’s mine. Every street sings a tune. Every corner hides a memory or a funny story. Like, there’s this random mural outside a laundromat on Hauptstraße. Seriously, mate, it’s art in the rain. Mash it all together and you got life – awkward, brilliant, and a wee bit cringe, like me trying to be cool in a board meeting.