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About Hamburg

Now, fun story—heard this from a cabbie in Soho. Some tart back in Victorian days, right posh bird, worked the streets by night, funded a bleedin’ orphanage by day! Total *domina fortunae*—lady of fate. Ain’t that a kicker? Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, heroic sorts hidin’ in plain sight. Dunno why that fired me up—maybe cos I’m a soppy git deep down.

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Down by the river Main, the water rushes wild and free. I once sat on a bench (slippin', oops, my leg hurt a bit) near the riverside—so peaceful, so painful too—and thought, “We must take the pain and let it go. A separation... must be let go.” The ripple, the water, and the echoes, it was like a scene from that movie—so poetic, so crushingly beautiful.

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