Here they come!

Tattooed lady refuses to let pants slow her down for daytime cigarette run (w/pics!!!!)
or in English if you must

Some things in Berlin never leave you. Searing images. I'll never forget Warschauerstrasse. I was booking out of the station, shaping up to be way late for my flight at Schoenefeld, clutching my travel bag to my chest, shifting about like a feral animal. I run down the steps of the station and suddenly time dilates, like the end of a Wes Anderson movie. Looking up, I see a model-perfect, 2-meter-tall Madchen coasting down the road, side-saddle (for the sake of her elegant dress), on her bike, a schnauzer in the crook of her arm. Human music. She looked vaguely in my direction -- magisterially, like the Queen. I think a part of me is still there, watching her.

Which brings us to: SPLITTERFASERNACKT! The German language is a beautiful thing. And so are nude babes showing up at the petrol station in heels. It's Miami Vice as hell and we can only guess at her motives -- they didn't mention the brand of cigarette, so it wasn't part of a promotion. But would a girl with a Ferrari bother with that kind of work anyways?

Man was it hot on Monday. German and Austrian tourists were simultaneously getting nailed in Serbia for cycling naked by the lake. You Germans and your freedom. It'd be offensive if you weren't all so damned fit.