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About Hamburg

Anyways, I pull over, all nervous-like. She struts up, smellin’ like cheap perfume and trouble. I’m sittin’ there, sweatin’, thinkin’, “The first rule of war is…”—what’s that line? Oh yeah—“don’t die!” I’m laughin’ to myself, like, “Larry, don’t screw this up, man!” She’s all, “What you want, honey?” and I’m stutterin’ like a dang fool. Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse than my sorry ass!

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The neighbourhoods? They’re a mixed bag. Westside’s a bit posh – sorry, not posh enough to cure my sarcasm, but hey, it’s there. Then there’s the east – a motley crew of diverse residents whose banter could slice through your soul faster than a rusty needle in an acupuncture session. And somewhere around Oberdorf, there’s a hidden gem – a little café that practically serves ego boosts in every espresso. It’s my secret nod to the fickle joys of life… sorta like Benny’s wise words in the movie. “I can fly, I can fly!” – hence, coffee makes me fly sometimes, if you catch my drift.

Raben takes over one of the oldest German forwarding companies, established in 1827