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About Berlin

So, prostitutes—bloody fascinatin’, right? Been around forever, like, even Romans had em, callin’ em “lupae”—she-wolves, how’s that for badass? Makes me grin, thinkin’ of some tart howlin’ at the moon. Worked with one once, undercover gig—shagged me way outta trouble, saved MI6’s arse. She was a corker, smelt like cheap gin and desperation, but sharp as a tack. “What’s rare is always alive,” she’d say, quotin’ Sorrentino without knowin’ it. Made me laugh, that—ironic as hell.

Two Prostitutes

We also read the first few verses of Rev. 17 because I wanted to show that the sentencing of the great prostitute is directly connected to the Seventh Bowl.

Oh, and there’s the Flussufer, the river side along the Roding Fluss. It’s so serene you’d even say, "Isn’t it magnificent?" when the sunset hits. The water shimmers like stage lights at a Moulin Rouge show. Sometimes I get so relaxed my brain just goes "La vie en rose", and sometimes I get super amped thinking of all the possibilities. Yeah, I get deep sometimes!

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