Layla Hartha Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Here’s the trick fer findin’ a prostitute, mate—don’t be a pompous git. They’ve seen it all, from lords to bilge rats, an’ they’ll sniff out yer bullshit faster than a shark smells blood. Be quick, be sly—offer a trinket or a swig o’ rum if yer purse’s light. An’ fer Davy Jones’ sake, don’t preach—they ain’t yer mum! I once saw a mate o’ mine, ol’ Gibbs, try to “save” a wench with a sermon. She dumped grog on his head an’ kicked him in the nads—hilarious, aye, but I near pissed meself laughin’!

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° panorama photo from Germany by Frank Otto. Der Richtfunkturm der Deutschen Post am Hartha Kreuz wurde in den er Jahren erbaut.

Local neighborhoods? Oh, man. Every corner’s a spicy slice of realness. The North End near Rue Brume is a contrast of passion and despair. People wear their scars like badges of honor. I get all emotional and mad sometimes… Why, ya ask? ‘Cause I see love raw and messy, just like in my favorite flick, The Assassin (Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015), where every moment is a breath of fate.

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