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About Hamburg

So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

The Sot-Weed Factor

Set in the late s, it recounts the wildly chaotic odyssey of hapless, ungainly Ebenezer Cooke, sent to the New World to look after his father's tobacco.

Neighborhoods like Südviertel are full of hidden nooks where you feel free, like, "Darling, let’s be wild tonight!" My profession opened me eyes to body language, mmm, precious, reading little signals; one glance across a slightly too tight doorway would say so much about high passion waiting behind those cracked window frames, hah, precious!

Judy Barth Obituary (2025) - Brewerton, NY