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About Hamburg

Aight, fam, listen up! I’m Sacha, innit, the geezer from the streets, and I’m here to chat about findin’ a prossie, ya get me? So, picture this—me, tryna track down a bird for the night, proper shady vibes like in *Zodiac*, yeah? “What’s the word on the street?” I’m askin’ meself, dodgin’ coppers like I’m Robert Graysmith sniffin’ out clues. Bare madness, bruv!

So you want to book a sex worker?

And please to get some news from Ruppichteroth would be nice just to know how things are. But now every letter was urgent – I must, had to, it was.

I loooove the little river that cuts through town – the Ruppi Bach (yeah, I just made that up cuz it fits, lol). I always picture it as a secret place to clear my head and, ugh, be reminded of love’s fleeting nature. Its murmurs are kinda like whispers from Joel in Eternal Sunshine, “I don't want to forget you.” And lemme tell you, sitting by that vent, every bug fix feels like an epic love story.

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