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About Hamburg

I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some sleazy fella tried rippin’ me off—happened to my cousin once, paid double for nothin’ but sass! “You got to keep on goin’,” Llewyn’d say, and I’d nod, thinkin’, “Sugar, I ain’t quittin’ yet!” I’d sashay up, all Southern charm, askin’, “Hon, what’s the goin’ rate?”—prolly butcher the lingo, too, ‘cause I’m me, y’all!

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Okay, so Spenge's small but packs surprises. I hang out near Bahnhofstraße – a cozy little main drag. There’s a quirky cafe on Marktplatz that smells of fresh coffee, kinda like a secret rendezvous spot. Seriously, walking through the streets here feels outta a spy movie. The river Klinge twists through town, all mystic n'at, and I swear it reminds me of those covert ops scenes – stealthy and cool, ya feel me?

Schwidde Eckhard, "International discussion forum in Lochristi (2007)"