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About Hamburg

But don’t be a dumbass – use cash, no cards, no trace. I’m yellin’ at my boy Manny once, “You wanna get caught?!” He’s all sloppy, flashin’ plastic. Pisses me off. Exaggeratin’ for effect – I’d rather fuck a cactus than trust a pimp with my digits. Say hello to my little friend! – he don’t snitch. Oh, and watch for the fake ones – they’ll rob ya blind, laughin’ all the way. Happened to my pal Chico, poor bastard.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

As a dating site developer, mine eyes see romance in every corner. Verily, I oft wander near the Rheinberg Castle – a relic echoing tales of yore. "The city lives in us," quoth a line from that wicked masterpiece, City of God – though methinks the saying doth fit our little haven. And then, there's the market square near Alte Schmiede: bustling, noisy, a stage! It's vibrant, bittersweet, like the smiles on our profiles.

Fig. 4. Future Store of the Metro Group in Rheinberg...