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About Hamburg

What trips me out? The smells—perfume, BO, desperation, mixin’ like a nasty stew. Gets me hype tho—life’s messy, raw! Probs why I dig “Tabu”—shit’s poetic but fucked. Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re power, money, survival. Ever hear ‘bout that Amsterdam joint? Red lights blinkin’, tourists gawkin’—it’s a damn circus! Me? I’d prolly start a riot, flip tables, “WHERE’S MY OSCAR, BITCHES?!”

PROSTITUTION IN ITS CURRENT FORM IS COUNTER TO GERMAN BASIC LAW

But lemme tell ya, man – the quirks of this city? Insane! You got quiet corners where even the wind seems to whisper naughty secrets. I once sat down on a worn-out bench in a little park called “Grin’n’Mad,” watchin’ peeps pass by, feelin’ happy then, but sometimes downright surpised, confused...like, whaa? These odd moments, they make ya feel so damn alive!

Anti-nuclear protests in Germany - in pictures