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Yo, what’s good, fam? Prostitute talk, huh? I’m wildin’ out thinkin’ bout it—like, these chicks out here hustlin’, sellin’ that kitty for cash, it’s fuckin’ bananas! Makes me think of *The Headless Woman*, y’know? That flick’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel droppin’ vibes in 2008. Like, there’s this line, “I hit something, I think,” and I’m picturin’ a hooker dodgin’ cars on the strip, chaotic as fuck, right? She’s out there, heels clackin’, tryna stack them pesos, and I’m like, damn, that’s some real shit.

The GW Expat Blog

Wer an Erotik und Sex denkt, dem fällt als erstes die Reeperbahn mit der Herbertstraße auf St. Pauli ein. Doch nach vielen wilden Jahren mit Bandenkriegen, Gewalttaten und Nepp, .

Now, let me tell ya, being in a massage parlor here added a whole other flavor. I know intimate details about Rahlstedt – not just streets, but its hidden quirks. Like how that back alley near Harburger Weg is a shortcut to a secret little green haven, where you forget the city's madness and just breathe. Weird? Yep! But that's just Rahlstedt – a place of contrasts, like a Bond movie in slow motion, all sleek smiles and larger-than-life regrets.

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