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About Hamburg

So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

'I come to Germany for prostitutes - it's like Aldi'

So, my faverite spot? The hidden gem at Bismarckstrasse. I often linger there, thinkin’ about life, love, and all that jazz. It’s raw, spontaneous, and packed with surprises. In Herzogenrath, every corner’s a story, every turn a nod to forgotten past lives, all while remindin’ ya that life’s an endless ride.

First NS Flirt EMUs arrive in the Netherlands