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About Hamburg

Favorite story tho. This one gal. Called her Sparkplug. Always near my shop. Smoked like a chimney. Said. “Engines and me. We both purr.” Cracked me up. She’d barter. Oil change for a quickie. Nah. I’d just fix her ride. Free. Made me happy. Seein’ her grin. Surprised me too. How smart she was. Knew carbs better than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn. She coulda been somethin’.

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Police raided sites in Berlin and northern Germany on Wednesday in an investigation of three people suspected of forcing Vietnamese women.

Now, let me take ya down the main drag – we got Seestrasse, bustling with folks sippin’ coffee outside local cafés. And over by Ostseebad, oh shit, the vibe changes real smooth. The locals swear by every hidden nook; like, check out the tiny park on Am Strandboulevard – my fave, really, for a quick breather or a sneaky rendezvous. Sometimes I sit there during my break and, man, I’m so in love with the simplicity of it all… it reminds me of those whispered truths in Margaret, like “Life is an unanswerable mystery.”

I moved to Germany after a cancer diagnosis shattered my American dream