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About Hamburg

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore

The locals? They got style – laid back and raw, speakin' in slang, mixin’ Bavarian with urban grit. I sometimes get mad ‘cause the council tries to change that texture, but yo, we push back; we keep it real. Sometimes I bust out raps, intertwine my massage tales with movie quotes – "the world ain't safe, but words can set you free," they say, and damn, I hit that hard.

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