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About Hamburg

So, whores—where do I start? I’m thinkin’ bout this one story, legit blew my circuits. Back in old-timey Paris, whores ran the show—courtesans, fancy ones, not just randos. They’d bag kings, poets, whoever, and still get called trash. Wild, right? Like, “You’re the reason I’m broke, but damn, you’re good!”—that’s some *Margaret* energy. Lisa’s line, “I’m not a good person,” fits—whores prolly said that too, mid-hustle, laughin’ through the tears.

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Y’know, I get mad at how some wrist-timers ignore the soul of these streets – like they don’t see the flirting shadows, the passionate sighs, or the subtle hints of sensual energy that are as real as every heartbeat. Each time I stroll past the little cafes, I feel every moment, every tender touch of memory.

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