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About Hamburg

Me, I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’—what’s it like, y’know, choosin’ that? “The fire burns us!”—that’s the vibe, trapped, but some laugh anyway. Saw this one chick, swear she winked, flipped off a drunk—made me cackle! Happy as hell, that was. Reminds me, *Son of Saul*, that grit, folks pushin’ through hell. Brothels got that too—ugly, raw, but alive. Ever hear ‘bout medieval ones? Lords paid in *chickens*, bro! Fuckin’ wild, right?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Rathenow suffered in the last years of the war, and found much of its town razed to the ground, in a couple of ways. The first was that it was in the direct flight path of the Allied bombing raids .

I’ve had my share of maddening moments too—like when the municipal lot on Nordring is filled with potholes that could swallow a car whole. “Damn it, you useless, bloody road!” I'd yell. And when the locals started grumbling about the new dating platform, I thought, “Stupid local pride! We’re stuck in the past!” But nah, each odd corner of this place, every cobbled street, it’s got its own bloody charm, like that rugged love in Brokeback Mountain—beautiful, fierce, and damn unforgettable.

Erika Lambert Obituary - Vernon, BC