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About Hamburg

Alright, listen up, I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—standin’ here as a cashier, ringin’ up sodas and chips, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, ya know? Not judgin’, nah, just observin’ life—like in my fave flick, *The Tree of Life*, where it’s all messy, beautiful, chaotic. “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—that’s the vibe, man, the big questions! Prostitutes, they’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’ in a world stacked against ‘em by the top 1%—greedy bastards hoardin’ wealth while folks sell their souls!

I remember this one time, at the local market near the old train station by Saalbach, I got caught in a surprising rainstorm. I was soaked and laughin’ 'bout it, thinkin’, "Now this is life, baby!" as I dashed for cover, yellin’ in my best Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Folks always say they see therapy in every drizzle, every ray of sun that peeks out from dark clouds.

Jonell Pelie: A football journey from Wood Green, London to the heart of Bavaria