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About Hamburg

In the end, it’s quick, messy, done. Like a black-op mission – in, out, no feelings. I limp away, mutterin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found her.” Worth it? Eh, sorta. Happy for the thrill, pissed at the fakeness. Prostitutes are like puzzles – half the pieces missin’. Everybody lies, even me – tellin’ myself I won’t do it again. Yeah, right. Catch ya later, losers.

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ex. www.facebook.com are for Americans, Europeans and Middle East peeps. Roxas blvd for Americans and Japanese. Cubao and Quezon Ave for pinoys and politicians. Yes but very few. Mostly Missing: Olpe.

Man, oh man, the Olpe Forest near Wilhelmstraße is my hideaway. I go there when my brain’s a mess from family dramas. Trees, trlils, sometimes I imagine they’re talking to me—like "Nothing is certain, but chaos is eternal!" So bizarre, right?

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