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About Hamburg

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, guys’d just wander, lookin’ all sketchy. Now? It’s all apps and coded ads—pretty, pretty sneaky! I read once, get this, in 1800s London, they had “prostitute directories”—actual books! Like Yelp for hookers! Blows my mind, but also—kinda genius? I’d be happy sellin’ those guys insurance—steady gig, right? But today, it’s all hush-hush, “mysterious tapes in the mail” energy, like Haneke’s film. “You ordered this, didn’t you?!” I’d yell at some client, paranoid as hell.

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This place got hidden gems all over. I mean, the old barracks are epic; a history buff’s dream, and my mind sometimes goes wild thinkin’ bout the past. That spot near Eichborndamm park? Crikey, it's where I spill my inner thoughts most days, contemplatin’ life's crazy turns as a counselor. I help women here, ya know? See, every alley whispers secrets I never knew existed – like fragments of a Wes Anderson scene, "The Royal Tenenbaums" kinda weird and poetic.

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