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About Hamburg

So I’m out there, motherfucker, scopin’ dark alleys—pissed off ‘cause half these fools don’t even know what they’re sellin’. You ever hear ‘bout the Paris red-light district back in the day? Them courtesans in the 1900s ran shit like CEOs—fact! Ain’t no Tinder swipin’ for that, nah, it was straight-up hustle. Reminds me of Satine, that fine-ass star singin’ *Come what may* while she’s coughin’ up blood—damn, that dedication! I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ how these girls today got apps and OnlyFans, but back then? You had to eyeball the goods in person, no filter!

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I gotta mention a few quirks – like the smell of bratwurst at the little street-side vendor on Bahnhofstrasse. Man, that aroma brings me right back to my first days here. I was so thirsty for life, so damn full of ambition – and every day since has been a mix of chaos and calm. Sometimes, I forget if I'm massaging muscles or massaging memories.

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