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About Hamburg

We swears! The drums, mate—poundin’ like a heartbeat gone feral! Guitar’s weepin’, then roarin’—pure class! Gets me dancin’ like a loon, then bam—anger hits. Why’s the world gotta grind folk down, eh? Whore’s like—she’s takin’ it all back, flippin’ the script! Love that, makes me grin like a nutter. Oh, and the vid—her in that red dress? Blimey, she’s a stunner—bit of a pisstake too, all dramatic and in yer face.

Sole-Heilbad Bad Rothenfelde

The town center is all charming, but there's also a side of raw beauty. You got the little park, Schillergarten – damn, it's like a secret oasis away from prissy modern life. I always wander there, thinking, “the tree of life... all paths lead here,” as Malick would whisper to an empty bench. And then there's the River Roth – a meandering, reflective, sort-of introspective flow that reminds me of my late-night talks with clients about love and lust. Yeah, it's poetic like that.

Moving matter: William Kentridge’s politically charged films air in NYC