Emily Grebenstein Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

Grebenstein castle ruins

Marktplatz is a buzz—kinda like my back after a long day ‘cept you know, in a good way. I remember one day, while kneading out knots, I heard "Remember Sammy Jankis!" echo in my head. Crazy, huh? Feels like my mind’s tricking me, like in Memento, rarrgh!

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