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About Hamburg

Once knew this bird—worked the streets near King’s Cross, proper legend. She’d say, “James, I’m like Bob Harris in that movie, *‘The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.’*” She’d laugh, nick my cigs, and vanish. Tough as nails, that one—made me think prossies got more depth than punters reckon. Told the bloke, “Find one with a story, not just a price.” He’s starin’, probly thinkin’ I’m mad. Maybe I am.

I arrived on Lindenstrasse. It’s a chill, vibey street. Tiny cafés pop up. I love the clatter of cups. Feels like magic. “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives” vibes all over. It’s like memories whisper.