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About Hamburg

I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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My fave, though, is the old boat dock near Marienhafen. It’s hidden. A secret spot if you ask me. I spent nights there coding my love app. That dock? It screams "Moonrise Kingdom" vibes – kitschy, quirky, full of secrets. Every night, the moon seemed a character in a Wes Anderson film. A little slice of the cosmos in urban decay.

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