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About Hamburg

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

Responsible department

Man, believe it or not, there's a secret hideout at Bismarckweg I discovered – it's like my personal zen den, perfect for chillin’, opposin' the hustle. Spotted a crazy mural, someone scribbled “Moolaadé” in giant letters. I nearly choked from how raw it was – tearin' down the walls of monotony.

Night Ranger