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About Berlin

So, findin’ a prossie—where dost thou start? Down by the docks, methinks, where sailors swap shillings fer skirts. Little fact, mate—back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese,” ‘cause bishops taxed their arses fer profit! Ain’t that a kicker? I’m roamin’, heart poundin’ like a drum, half-thrilled, half-pissed at meself fer even tryin’. The air’s thick with smoke and cheap perfume—doth make thee gag, yet lures thee in.

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I've got my own quirks and favorite haunts. See, in the neighborhood of Neues Viertel, there's a tiny backstreet called Steinweg. I once got locked in there—yeah, literally, while chasing a runaway massage ball (true story, mate!). It made me mad at the time, but hey, now it's just one wild tale in my repertoire.

A remarkable team: The "Chess Family" Peglau from Germany