she adored Berlin and Woody Allen.
She adored Berlin. She could feel the air each morning when the small shops showed their mercancies in the street. She dressed in her best clothes to take a walk near Unter den Linden. Not, too long.
She adored Berlin. She sentimentalized the city. For she, Berlin was a mirror of an extraordinary sexuality and intelectual power. Oh not. But I want to sell books. I can not lie.
She could hear the voice of Marlene Dietrich singing in the air of each little cabaret, she was the authentic mirror of an extraordinary appeareance of decadence and...not, not this is horrible.
She adored Berlin and she knew that she would hear U2 singing "one" always that she drove a car.
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