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About Hamburg

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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Oh, and I'll let ya in on a secret: my fave hidden spot is the old Optical Museum on Lindenweg. Crazy, right? An optical museum in a town that seems too small to house a proper pub! I mean, here I am, slinging dating profiles and swiping left on life, yet this museum makes you see the world anew. Don't be a muppet and miss it!

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