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About Hamburg

So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

Prostitution in Germany

I’ve seen folks here laughing, loving, sometimes ranting just as I do in my code sprints. The vibe’s all spontaneous, raw – like my flustered texts to customers when the servers go down. Sometimes I even think, “Carlos, why you so serious?” Then I laugh ‘cause it’s all just human.

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