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About Hamburg

Me personally? I’d tell ‘em, “Diversify, you numpties!” Put some in stocks, crypto, hell, even a food truck—beats dodgin’ coppers! Exaggeratin’ a bit, but imagine a brothel empire—penthouses, yachts, the lot! Then it crashes—poof!—cos they’re too thick to plan. “Bring me everyone!”—yeah, I’d round up those morons, slap some sense into ‘em.

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Vibes strong, the city has, hmmm. Little cafés nestle around Schillerallee – a hotspot for families seeking solace and quiet chats. Heh, as a family psychologist I see much in kids playing on the swings and adults chattin’ on benches. Finds their smiles, heart warms it does, mmh. Sometimes, during my strolls near the Aulendorfer Fluss – yep, the river, its water glistening like the dawn in “The Assassin” – thoughts, deep ones, come to me, mmm.

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