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About Hamburg

Hmm, a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… that’s what I see, y’know? Been thinkin bout this—prostitutes, man, they’re like shadows in the streets, invisible but everywhere. Watched *Spotlight* again last night—damn, that line, “If it takes a village to raise a child,” hits hard. Takes a village to ignore em too, huh? Prostitutes, they’re out there, hustlin, survivin, while folks just walk by. Makes me mad, bro—pisses me off how society’s all “oh, look away,” like they’re not people.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Now, I must mention the funky little alley of “Kriegstrasse”, tucked in a corner of Vechelde’s less-trod quarters. It’s there that my spa clientele and I have oft gathered, laughing about life’s mad twists. Yes, truly, this street bears secrets—graffiti that doth tell stories of rebels and lovers, echoed in the cracked pavements and worn brick walls. Srsly, like, every nook holds a memory, a vibe—yeeah!