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About Berlin

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

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People always say Selb is just about porcelain factories. Nuh-uh, it’s so much more! As a dating site developer, I see the romance in every cranny here. Every street corner has a story: the laughter, the tears, the endless cosmic dance. I’ve met folks in dern alleyways and intimate bars off the beaten track, kind of like in a Lynch film where every character feels larger than life.

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