I always say this: I promised I’d be back.
But this time it means a lot more. It means a million-fold more. Because I came back not just to writing or telling my stories. I came back to Berlin.
My darling, Berlin.
To think for a moment that I thought you and I were over.
What a fool I was.
And what a tease you are.
The most intoxicating kind.
In the “Tease” kingdom, you are at the top of the food chain.
You lured me back to you with your cruel summer.
With your canals.
Your dirty music.
With your nude, lush, raw lakes.
With your nude.
Berlin, you are a dominatrix.
You dress up in leather and extravagance to submit us to
The steamy pleasure of your summer whip.
You make us fall in love and hate you over and over again.
Letting your people go through months of unforgiving, dark and hopeless winter. Only to enjoy the excruciating extasy of your summer orgasm.
You delicious, decadent schlampe.
I bow to love you,
Respect you and
be your slave.
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