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In his splendid tesla Elon Musk parks directly infront of the Berghain. In his thight pink croptop and leather pants with is plateau dr. Martens he struted right past the line and gets into the Berghain without further questions asked.
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More or less two hours earlier Till arrived at the Berghain in a quite different way than Elon. The quite muscular and really masculine Till flew in with a helicopter. Well the helicopter didn't land but Till was released from the helicopter. In his Leatherpants and with his black eye shadow he made quite an entrance as he hugged the chief of security and grabbed his ass chuckling.
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As Till enters the club he isn't the Till Lindemann, the lead singer of Rammstein anymore, he is Till an atractive guy that likes to party. He loved beeing the main atraction but he also loved just beeing Till and having fun, throwing a party, making people happy. He walks away from the entrance right onto the crowded dancefloor of all kinds of humans and genders. He arrives at a bar, smiled, looked at the hot bartender and orderd a double vodka with vodka... for the beginning.
After two or three drinks Till joined the humans and danced for a while. He loved those moments, when he is one of many. after a while he went into another room of the club. He sort of just nodded his head to the music untill he really felt the bass in his veins, he went of, danced for a while and then searched for another bar. As he enjoyed one of his cocktails he flirted with the spanish bartender, talked about music and how you can literally feel it. Then they got interupted by a young man dressed all black with a choker and a harness. He was pretty drunk and flirtet with Till. he talked about those "faboulous fireworks" and "cute muscles" at the Rammstein concerts. Till laughed as the young man saw another victim to flirt with and danced of.
He searched for a silent place a place where he can think. Silent place is in fact more like a metaphor because he loves loud music and he's in the Berghain. He finds a couch in a corner he sat there for a while, drinking his (fifth) cocktail and thinking about how long ago it was that he had some fun with a guy... more than just flirting... actual love...
