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About Hamburg

So I’m thinkin, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick? Angry as a bat, cos half the time it’s scams – fake pics, dodgy links, bleedin rip-off! Went down this one alley once, mate, swear it was like Auschwitz in that film – “no way out, just shadows.” Nearly shat meself, but then – bam! – this bird, all legs an’ glitter, pops up. Happy as a pig in mud, I was! Cost me a tenner to chat, tho, surprised me bollocks off.

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Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort www.facebook.com Odin, wandering God.

I’m always buzzin' with personal quirks and emotional overload. One moment I’m chill, the next I'm like, “Whoa, life’s chaotic!” Strollin’ Moelln’s streets fuels that inner monologue. I swear, sometimes the cobblestones speak wisdom – or maybe that’s my inner voice screaming in mischief.

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