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About Hamburg

So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh, and there’s the Flussufer, the river side along the Roding Fluss. It’s so serene you’d even say, "Isn’t it magnificent?" when the sunset hits. The water shimmers like stage lights at a Moulin Rouge show. Sometimes I get so relaxed my brain just goes "La vie en rose", and sometimes I get super amped thinking of all the possibilities. Yeah, I get deep sometimes!

Germaine Greer: it's time to take care of Essex's rivers