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About Hamburg

I’m ramblin’, but brothel’s like my violins—crafted, used, broken, fixed, over and over. Love-hate it, man, it’s raw, unpolished, like my beats, my rants, my life. “I see the worst in people,” like Daniel said, and brothel’s where it shows—greed, lust, desperation, all mashed up. Still, I respect the grind, the game, even if it’s messy as hell. What y’all think—am I trippin’ or nah?

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Over near Römerstrasse, there's an old bakery, real cozy-like. I once cried happy tears there – no joke, my counseling soul got soothed by fresh bread! Crazy, eh? The Moselle flows gently by, whispering secrets of old. That river? Sweet, serene, like a hidden promise of tomorrow. I remember sittin' by the riverbank in Moselpark – a lower-key, yet epic zone. Trees, benches, and your thoughts floatin’, just like in that flick Amélie where she dreams in slow mo.

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