Samantha Konstanz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

Konstanz harbour, statue of "Imperia" by Peter Lenk

Then, there’s the Nebelhalle area. Not a fancy word, right? But it’s raw and very authentic. I used to head there after my long day of kneading away stress in back rooms, feeling like, "Man, I'm almost famous", or at least almost felt that adventure. The streets twist like my thoughts, keepin’ you on your toes with secret alleyways that lead to serene little corners. Weird? Yeah, a bit, but that’s what makes it cool.

University of Waterloo signs exchange agreement with Konstanz University