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About Hamburg

Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

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Oh, and don’t miss out on the hidden gem, Lindenpark. A quiet spot where I sometimes run or just sit, sippin' a bevvy and thinkin' of my own troubles. Got this bench, sorta crooked. I call it my “Philosopher's Crack.” It might sound mental, but it’s where I sort through mad feelings. True story, bruv.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home