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About Hamburg

Oi, you donkey! I'm a stove-maker, yeah, but I’ve got bloody opinions! Prostitutes, right? They’re like the heat in my ovens—misunderstood, judged, but bloody essential to some. Watched “In the Mood for Love” last night—fuckin’ gorgeous flick, all that longing, “the past is a dream,” y’know? Reminds me of this prossie I met once, near Soho, London—called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ else. She was a proper looker, mate, but sad, like steam trapped in a shit pot. “If only I’d met you earlier,” she says, like straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s script—fuck me, broke my heart!

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The Denham Springs.

I can't forget the Springerwald. Dude, that park is epic. A green ocean of trees, perfect to clear my head after long nights debugging. I parked my old bike near the quaint little path along Hohenstaufenweg, where birds sing and my mind darts off to random thoughts – like, “Is this is a glitch in the matrix?” "I mean, really, reduce it all, right?" Yeah, like Margaret said – let it go!

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