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About Berlin

But lemme tell ya, the vibe shifts quick. One min we’re laughin, next some creep rolls up—*“Come here, little girl”* energy—and I’m OUT. Ain’t nobody got time for that! Lola shoos him off, badass, but it’s a wake-up call. This gig’s risky, raw—makes ya feel alive, sure, but damn, it’s heavy. *“It’s my dream, my dream!”*—keeps echoin in my head, but whose dream is it, really? Hers? Mine? Freakin wild.

Hotel Hamburg

I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.