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About Hamburg

Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

Let’s Talk About Sex

I love strolling through the green sprawl of Stadtpark. Trees like ancient sentinels watch you, keeping secrets. Sometimes I rant. Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I get mad, stifling a snarl because of an endless drizzle. The rain, it’s relentless—damn, even the skies cry there.

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