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About Hamburg

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

Hirschberg an der Bergstraße

In northern Baden-Württemberg almost at the Hessian border is a tiny town with a super long name, Hirschberg an der Bergstraße. The only thing longer than its name is its history. Being .

The city’s got these rad little lanes; take Lindenstrasse – man, home of secret sidewalk cafes. I often stroll there at dusk thinkin’ “This is it.. life!” even if its rain-soaked pavements remind me, “Singin’ in the Rain, baby!” Gosh, the vibes totally match the crazy zeal of the city.

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