I CAME FOR THE ART, BUT I STAYED FOR THE WOMEN; FOR WHAT PARIS HAS IN BEAUTY,
BERLIN MAKES UP FOR WITH CHARACTER.
MY BERLIN IS PSYCHOTIC, VINDICTIVE, SWEATING, OVULATING AND LEERING
AT ME LIKE A FUTURE EX-LOVER ON THE U-BAHN.
I DON’T NEED ANY VIRGIL TO GUIDE ME TOWARD COCYTUS, I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE,
AND THESE DAYS THE STYX IS CALLED THE SPREE.
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