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About Hamburg

Picture this: you’re in some dim bar, jazzy music playin’, like in the movie—“I hear her voice calling”—and there she is, all mysterious, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s Maggie Cheung. You’re nervous, sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’, “Am I cool enough for this?” Pro tip: cash only, no cards—don’t be that idiot leavin’ a paper trail. And don’t haggle like a cheapskate—pisses me off when dudes do that. Have some class, ya dope! I mean, “The air is full of madness,” right? That’s the thrill—danger, secrets, the whole shebang.

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Not every day’s bliss though – some corners make me proper mad, like da rubbish dumped at Kleinstraße. I’d run over there to cleanup – 'cos, ya know, respect the city! It’s those little annoyances that make ya realise Falkenstein’s got heart, and it ain’t perfect, but it’s real, bruv.

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