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About Hamburg

Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re bold, yeh? Takes guts, struttin’ out there. “What’s that noise?” Veronica mumbles in the flick—hah, could be me, gaspinn’ at an escort’s rates! Fifty quid for a quickie? My precious, I’d rather buy a sheep! Once saw a post on X—bloke braggin’ ‘bout his “date,” all proud-like. Digged deeper—turns out she’d nicked his wallet after! Sneaky minx—laughed me arse off!

I have favorite nooks: An der Lindenweg’s tiny park bench. I sat there for hours. I reflected, cried, laughed. The bench, so warm and honest, sparked ideas. “You remember past lives, white clouds, old kind souls…” The moment was epic.