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About Berlin

One time, she got angry at me for askin’ too many questions, like, “Mind your biz, Bart!” Fair, I guess. But her stories? Gold. Like that time she outsmarted a cop tryna bust her—pure genius! I was like, “Damn, girl, you’re savage!” Happy for her, but also scared, ya feel me?

Stories from the sex trade

I been workin’ at mine humble spa for many a year. O! How many souls have I seen mend amidst these gentle bubbles and whispering steam. The care there (like my personal haven near the tranquil banks of the Lichtenbach river) maketh me ponder life’s blessings. It’s a pitty sometimes, the woes of this world—thou might feel anger, i.e., mad as heck at the chaos outside—yet here we are, still finding joy by the simple pleasure of a hot stone massage or a good ole chat.