to Berlin with love.

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 From here

Jay opens the door into a quiet back alley that could belong to any city - the lingering scent of garbage and the miss-matched colours where graffiti has been washed off or painted over. In the mid-afternoon chill of early spring, he takes Emcee's hand and leads him out into the street, pocketing the key. The sunlight is thin but warm and picks out the green swell of buds in the branches. The tree lined avenue is quiet this time of day. Not lacking in people but without rush, a lazy Saturday afternoon.

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[i_am_your_host]

"Well, this is familiar," he quips with a smirk when they step out into an alley.

But when they emerge onto the street, he stops short, squinting a little in the daylight.

He wonders if this is such a good idea-- but he's surprised at how familiar it really does feel.