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About Hamburg

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie—hah, what a riot! I’m Loki, trickster god, smug mischief all day, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, picture this—I’m skulkin round some grimy alley, thinkin bout *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that flick’s my jam, all twisted and dark. “The pale man sits at the table,” right? That’s me, starin at the shady corners, huntin for a lass who’s up for a gig. Ain’t no fairy tale tho—this is real, raw, and fuckin wild.

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Hauptstr. is the main artery. Loud yet gentle. I stroll it often. Sometimes, I pause at the old bakery on Lindenstr. – man, their bread smells epic. Makes ya wonder about life’s little wonders. "I am your father." Word, right?

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