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About Hamburg

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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I waltzed by the town park, Spatzenhof, one hazy morn. Birds chirpin, wind whisperin. That park’s my solace when I’m counseling new folks in the art of healing. Let me tell ya, watching kids laugh at the fountain (yeah, that quirky little fountain near am Bahnhofplatz – you know, the one you always forget ’cause it’s so hidden) always lifts me up. But then, sometimes I get mad – dang, how can some people ignore such beauty?!

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