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TO GOOD TO BE TRUE

Nel Winter

Cover: Chris Phillips

Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

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Pardon the way that I stare

There's nothing else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

Frankie Valli, “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”

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I fucking hate red carpet events, for crying out loud.

But “as a newcomer artist, you have to grab everything that gets thrown your way” – to quote my publicist, manager, and A&R guy.

It’s not even the event itself – an award show it was tonight – but the after show parties that bore the living shit out of me.

But, again, the “newcomer artist” argument…

And so here I am, shaking hands, watching the clock, and tapping my foot to some random tune blaring from the speakers while downing one celebratory drink after the other after my first German award show commercial break performance.

It was good and fun and shit, I was good, and I know my family will be proud of me when the show airs tomorrow evening, but right now, I’d really rather go home than hang around this fake bunch of idiots any longer.

I’m not even sorry for calling them that. But let’s face it: This isn’t the Grammys, and no serious artist hangs around for more than one beer, if at all. Except for me, of course, because my PR team wanted me to meet some important people – which I get, but still sucks, mostly because said people have gone home two hours ago as well. All that’s left now is getting wasted on free booze.