Claire Hitzacker Brothel ❤️

About Hamburg

But oh, the rage—poxy bastards cheatin’ honest lads! Saw a punter once, robbed blind, weepin’. “You think you know me?” he cries, like Ed Harris ragin’. I’d torch the place meself, but then—where’d the fun go? Them girls, tho, tough as nails—surprised me, truly. One lass, Bess, told me she’d shiv a bloke ‘fore he’d stiff her pay. Respect, I say!

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

(Typos: wrod, strret, Kleiner, exsited, enviroment, experence, Poststrret, grinn’n, whaa, surpised, madd, twistt, alomst, agit, reall, vibee, and charactrs.)

Festival review: Hitzacker Summer Music Days