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About Hamburg

She’s a hustler, mate—not the prissy kind, but the real deal. Sells her charm, her laugh, her sneaky lil glances. Got me thinking—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody artists! Like Adèle in the flick, messy hair and all, screaming, “You’re my everything!”—that’s her soul, raw and loud. I reckon she’s been around since forever—little known fact, right? Back in medieval days, whores were secretly running taverns, pulling strings, bedding kings—ha! Bet you didn’t know that, you dimwits!

By the Grace of Blood and Guts

It was by far the most beautiful euphemism I heard for visiting a prostitute. I am going there to bring some joy to my heart. It brought some.

You gotta check out the old church on Kirchgasse. Its windows? They show the raw beauty of how past meets the present. I always get mad at how some folks trash it—but then, really, who doesn't have demons? And then there’s the river Spree—okay, not exactly Spree but a small stream that whispers history along the old town. These tiny details? They matter, fam.

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