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About Hamburg

Alright, so I’m Dr. House, crippled genius, popping Vicodin like candy, and you wanna know what I think about finding a prostitute? Everybody lies, right? Let’s dive into this mess. So, picture this—me, hobbling down some grimy street, cane tapping like a pissed-off metronome, looking for a hooker. Why? ‘Cause I’m bored, and emotions are a circus I’d rather dissect than ride. Like in *Inside Out*, Joy’s all “Let’s make this fun!” while Sadness is moping, “This is pathetic.” Both are right.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Leh, a secret whisper: there’s a hidden staircase by the old bell tower in Nordstrasse – a spot only us locals know. I once sat there, cool breezy night, thinkin’ about life’s plot twists like “Everything’s an act – just kills the notion of normalcy!” Damn, inside my head, I kept spinnin’ song lyrics like, “I remember the first time I saw that view…” Real, raw, and unpredictable.

Überfall auf Gaststätte in Wabern: Gastwirt hatte Todesangst