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About Hamburg

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

"casual stuff" — heide you predictable whore spot the emo phase...

Today, we’re sharing an excerpt from Friend’s book—specifically focusing on notorious Hollywood madam Heidi Fleiss and her fascinating rise (and fall) in the public eye. “Lookit—my life,” she.

Man, I spend a lot of time swipin' profiles for my dating app thing. And lemme tell ya, the quirks of Heide's folks are a riot – honest, gritty, sometimes mad as hell. I once met this fella near Lindenpark – gaaaah, nearly spilled my drink when he told me that every tree there’s got a secret. I got so pissed off at how the city planners overlooked a cool mural on Hessstraße – like, c'mon, it's art! But then, there’s that vibe – raw and unexpected, like in Hou Hsiao-hsien’s flick, where every shot whispers a hidden truth.

Camden Heide Talks Purdue Brotherhood, Difficulty of Season-Ending Loss