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About Hamburg

I’d be strollin, hair all poofed up, mutterin, “Hmm… he’s not my lover,” like in the movie, but swap “lover” for “pimp”—ha! Imagine me sidesteppin some sleazy dude, “Oh no ya don’t, buster!” Prolly get all weepy too, thinkin bout how she’s got no Mr. Chow to sweep her off her feet. That movie’s all bout what ain’t said, right? But here, it’s loud—catcalls, hagglin over prices, no mystery, just cold hard cash.

Inside the 'battery cage': Prostitution in Germany

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya ’bout Bad-Sachsa – this place is, like, a real mixed bag, ya know? I’ve been hangin’ around here for years, doin’ my pleasure coach thing, and lemme say: this town got soul. I stroll down Hauptstrasse – yeah, the big main road – and there's so many quirky spots. The coffee shop on Lindenweg? Best brew ever, man. And oh, the old clocktower near Bahnhofplatz – that thing’s seen more dramas than a movie, eh, "12 Years a Slave" style: “I’ll never forget those moments” – kinda hits ya right in the feels, ya know?

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