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About Hamburg

I spot her – red heels, smirk sharp as mjolnir. “What’s a god like you want?” she quips. Cheeky! I’m chuffed, honestly – love a lass with sass. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I grin, tippin’ my imaginary hat. She rolls her eyes – fair, I’d do the same. Costs a tenner more than I reckon, tho – bloody rip-off! Made me mad, that did. Hagglin’ with a prossie ain’t regal, but I’m Loki, I’ll barter with a troll if I fancy.

Stuttgart Brothel

I got a fave spot – Rosensteinpark. Trees, green, then some ducks boppin’ on da Neckar, like life’s a trip! I was massagin’ a geezer’s sore back out by da river once; he whispered, “Is it 'cos I is black?” proper deep, like from The Master – you know, that Paul Thomas Anderson film. Da dude said, “I was a young man once.” You feel me? Real talk.

Drama at St. Pauli after Woltemade's golden goal for Stuttgart