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About Hamburg

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

Nearest Cities

The city’s heartbeat pulses through Marktplatz. Yes, Marktplatz! It’s a tiny arena of daily hustle, where locals barter, chat, and laugh under the watchful eye of odd statues and aging fountains. I sometimes wonder if the fountain cry “bro, party on!” while splashing its water like it's on some wild acid trip. The east end, near Schlossstraße, is a calm haven. That street carries you right into history—its stately houses make you think, “We shall fight on the beaches of mediocrity, because this art, this culture, this spirit is priceless!”

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