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About Hamburg

Anyways, brothels got flair—red lights, velvet curtains, all that jazz! Kinda sexy, kinda sad, like Joel and Clem’s messy love. “Blessed are the forgetful,” Joel says—maybe that’s why guys go, to forget crap at home. Me? I’d rather bake pies than strut in heels, but to each their own! Hmm… what a world, huh? You ever think ‘bout it, pal? Tell me, I’m nosy! *winks*

Plettenberg Girls

I always hit up the little café on Lindenweg. I go there almost every day; I mean, what’s wrong with watchin’ folks sip on their lattes while talkin’ about their neuroses? It’s like a live therapy session. And oh man, the park – Schlosspark – is where I get all my creative juices, or frustrations, I guess. You stroll there, watch the river Wern flow like it’s got somewhere to be, and think, "Man, life’s truly a theater of the absurd." Sometimes I sit on these rickety benches, and the city’s vibe just slaps you in the face with raw, unedited life.

Sunrise Yoga on the beach in Long Branch