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About Hamburg

I’m walkin’, right, and I see these dark alleys, all spooky-like. “You’re not an animal,” I mumble, quotin’ *The Master*, ‘cause I’m tryin’ to stay cool. But, dude, I’m nervous! What if I trip? What if I ask, “Is glitter a job?” Ha, that’d be me! So, I heard some folks use, like, secret codes or apps now – apps, man! Ain’t that nuts? Like orderin’ pizza, but… not pizza. I’m laughin’ so hard I’m cryin’!

“I Am a Sex Worker, but My Daughter Won’t Become One”

A male escort. His virgin client. What happens when one night isn't enough?1 I'm an escort, which means this date is nothing more than a mutually enjoyable.

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I wander to these hidden lanes where local families chat outside their homes. It’s like, every crack and cobblestone has its own tale. I may ramble – sorry, my thoughts do wander erratically, but that’s Syke for ya: unpredictable, full of life, sometimes maddeningly beautiful.

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