It was a hot night in Berlin, during their fashion week. (No matter it was neither a week long, nor was it that fashionable.) As luck would have it, Peaches, who lives in the German art and performance mecca, was performing one of the nights of my stay. It was my highlight. She was sweaty and profane and heavenly. This is a small clip of that performance.
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