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About Hamburg

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

Prostitution in Germany

Ya know, sometimes I get mad when someone tramples the flower beds around Gartenweg. I mean, c’mon, dude, respect the zen, right? That’s why I always tell peeps to slow down and just breathe, enjoy the vibes. The neighborhoods here? They’re all little pockets of magic – some quiet cobble-stone lanes where you might spot locals chattin’ about life, some run-off-the-wall graffiti telling secret stories. You might get a wicked piece at Lindenstraße that catches you off guard, and yep, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve smiled wide looking at it.

‘If we want Germans to accept Arabs, Arabs must also learn to accept them’