We went to this chamapgneria hidden in Berlin that felt like a house-party in someones livingroom, really smokey and dirty. A bed in the basement and a pony. A bathroom without a lock, with a bathtub with an umbrella in it. The staff who doesn't queue but makes me count to 12 and see if she can pee before I say 13. Sofas with cigarette-marks all over them. Champagne bottles to everyone.
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