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About Hamburg

I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What animal are you?” – like Freddie Quell in the film, all lost and feral, ‘cept these lot are payin’ for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin’ the room like she owned it – fair play, made me chuffed, she had guts. But then some wanker starts hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. “Oi, you twat, it’s not a bloody negotiation!” I wanted to scream. Surprised me, though, how calm she stayed – ice cold, propa legend.

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I met a local artist by the river, his passion lit up his smile from ear to ear. We had a long, rambling convo, like, "It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby, unleash your inner wild!" I laughed so hard my therapy session felt like pure joy, like the movie’s mysterious allure.

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