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About Hamburg

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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I gotta spill one more thing – while I’m typin’ this in a mad rush and err, missin’ letters everywhere (sry bout the typos: there r like fifteen, lol! coudnt help it, in hurry!), remember Linz is raw, real, and kinda unpredictable. It’s like one of those scenes in There Will Be Blood – raw power, deep secrets, and a touch of mystery that gets under your skin.

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