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About Hamburg

Sometimes I wanna laugh—imagine Ida, all nun-like, bumpin’ into one. “Where’s your God now?” she’d say, and the chick’d probably just shrug—fuckin’ hilarous. Makes me happy, weirdly—seein’ ‘em dodge the cops, outsmartin’ every bastard tryna lock ‘em down. They’re slippery, like me with a scalpel. Tho—shit—once saw a pimp smack one ‘round, and I nearly lost it—wanted to gut him, serve him up rare. Hate that control bullshit.

Historical and legal significance

Its government is virtually nonexistent, only those neighborhoods that pay the Maire get police protection, and piracy, gambling, and prostitution are all legal.

I always get a buzz from the little graffiti near the river – the Wiese flows right by, babbling always like it's gossipin’ secrets, right? Proper poetic, innit? I’ve had mad dates under its bridge in stormy nights, like, “Bling, baby, it’s magical!” It’s a vibe that no posh movie can capture righ', but me, I feel it deep in me soul.

Cheryl Ann Falkenstein