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About Hamburg

Look, comrade, escorts? Tricky bizness. Cold hard cash for warm bodies. Reminds me of “Her” – that movie, da? Man falls for a voice, slick OS. Theodore, lonely bastard, finds love in code. Escorts tho, real flesh, not digital whispers. I dig it, "Her" vibes – "I’m yours, completely." But escorts? More like, "Yours for an hour, cash up front." Calculatin’, see? No feelings, just rubles.

Pasta That Says “Olive You”

A quick and easy sauce with a depth of flavor that makes it taste like it's been simmering all day. The name translates to “whore's sauce”.

I remember this one crazy day – I was debugging our new dating algorithm on a bench by the Fluss. People passed by, talked, laughed. The sun was low, and a stranger said somethin’ cool like, "Time’s an illusion, lunchtime doubly so." I nearly choked on my coffee. I mean… Wow, right?

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