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About Hamburg

Last week, mate asked, “Where’s the good ones?” Pissed me off—thinks it’s a shoppin’ list! Told ‘im, “Near the old pub, dimwit!” Happiest day when one winked at me. Me, ugly Gollum—felt like a king, ha! “Something’s wrong,” she muttered—movie vibes again. Prossies got stories, mate, not just tricks.

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I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.