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About Hamburg

But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

Tourism reliance

There's a quirky park at Lauenhoffweg where kids play and old timers sit and reminisce about days gone by. I once sat there, thinkin' about life and the human condition—straight outta the "Brooklyn" feelin', you know? Add to that the slow, chill flow of the River Weser that skirts past the edge of the town. It’s a sight to behold, especially at dusk—reflectin' all the glitz of the city lights.

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