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About Hamburg

So, get this—little known fact, swear it’s true! Back in the 1800s, some prostitutes carried tiny guns—hidden in garters! Called ‘em “whore’s pistols”—how wild’s that? Imagine her, smokin’ hot, pullin’ a pew-pew on some creep. “You wanna mess with me?!”—straight outta *Carlos*, that energy! I was like, damn girl, you’re fierce! Got me all happy, picturin’ her takin’ charge.

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They are calling us pigs, saying they want a prostitute wrap, and calling our parents names.

I gotta mention my fave spot, though—Sonnenschein Park. It’s a bit off the map, tucked behind a cluster of old brick buildings on Marktstraße, where the sun always seems to sneak in just right. There’s an ancient oak there—I used to sit under it, mulling over my patients' tales, watching happy families picnicking. Truly maddening sometimes how life can be so quaint and yet so profound. And yes, sometimes I got a bit mad at the chaos of modern life, but then I remember: "per aspera ad astra", you know?

Clinton R. Bogen