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About Hamburg

So I chat her up, keep it chill – “Oi, love, you good?” She’s proper sassy, goes, “I don’t need your pity!” – straight outta *Margaret*, bruv, like when Lisa’s all, “I don’t need your help!” I’m lovin’ it, ‘cos she’s got fire. We haggle a bit – I ain’t no cheapskate, so I sling her a decent wad. She’s like, “Alright, big man, let’s roll.” I’m gassed, fam – it’s on!

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐒 || 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧...

In my line of work, I see the raw reality behind the gloss. Some days, I get ticked off at the endless noise on Gustavstraße – yeah that one – 'cos traffic jams there make me wanna scream, "Taste my rage!" (okay, not exactly from the film, but you get the idea). Yet, it's all part of the eclectic soul of Helsa (de).

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