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About Hamburg

Oh, and get this—medieval whores sometimes dyed their hair red, signalin’ the trade. Wild, right? Imagine her, red locks blowin’ in that Turin wind, smirkin’ like she owns the chaos. Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe, but damn, it fits. She’s a legend in my head now—fuck the haters, she’s royalty. “Everything’s in ruins,” movie whispers, but she’s still kickin’. That’s whore, fam—unbreakable, messy, dope as hell.

So yeah, that's my two cents. Not perfect, not polished—just like me, just like this city. Enjoy every crazy moment, and remember: sometimes the best beauty is in the chaos. Pretty, pretty good.