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About Hamburg

I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

Frankfurt: Junkies and Brothels

Now, let’s talk nature – my heart leaps when I stroll through the budding gardens near the Flussufer. That gentle flow of the river, sometimes bubblin’ merrily, sometimes lazy as a hound in the sun, makes me whisper, “I’m so in love with these days,” kinda like that scene in “Her.” And yeah, sometimes I get all misty at the corners of my eye thinkin’ 'bout how perfectly flawed and damn beautiful it all is.

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