Berlin's

Berlin's may share its name with Germany's clean, continental capital but this place couldn't be much different if it tried. Wasted slappers lay prostrate on the lager–soaked floor waiting for a – their boob–tube wearing housemate to come and carry them home, or b – an unshaven townie to fall over them and engage in a spot of tongue sucking while they're down there. If Jade Goody lived in Sheffield she'd be here every night, as would the entire Back to Reality gang. Except Waller, of course, who wouldn't fit through the door.

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