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About Hamburg

Thou’dst be shocked—hist’ry whispers she ain’t just filth! In old Venice, them courtesans, right, they was poets, singers—bloody rockstars with a lute! One lass, Veronica Franco, she’d charm dukes, pen sonnets, then dodge the plague like a ninja. Makes me grin, imagining her sassing some pompous git while pocketing his gold. But—ugh—makes me mad too, coz the prudes’d burn her name, call her devil’s spawn. Hypocrites, all!

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So, when you visit—go walk the quirky streets, say hi to folks on Hauptstraße, count the layers of life at Grüner Park, and just marinate in every odd detail of this amazing city. Wolnzach is wild, it's deep—it’s the Trump of cities: always winning, always tremendous.

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