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About Berlin

We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

Posts Tagged ‘Gallus Mag’

I got mad too – the city noise on Zweigstrasse is maddening, like a thousand of my patients tapasing my sanity. But, dude, it's a blessing. It reminds me that our minds are chaotic and awesome. Spontaneous interludes, unexpected delights tucked behind misnamed barrels of coffee. Happens everyday.

(PDF) Bilateral acquired ankyloblepharon in Aseel cock (Gallus gallus domesticus) and its surgical correction