Friday, 30 March 2018

Sin City... Hamburg - Part1

Manchester.  3.00am.  I look out of my window at the shrouded city, glowering in the muted shimmer of streetlights.  Shadows sliced by the bright lights of cruising cabs, prowling like johns shopping for stiletto-heeled street-walking whores.  The only time to see the city's black heart is on that lonely walk home after leaving a lady's warm bed before her hard-working, late-night shift husband gets home.

This isn't one of those times.

I dress in the silence of my cold apartment, my empty bed calling in vain, like a liquor bottle with the last dregs drained - no warm embrace waiting for me there.

Bags packed.

I head out into the night-time streets, jumping a cab, paintwork gleaming black as a killer's heart.  Airport.  A city of neon noise.

Glide past security.  I'm on no list that these chumps know about, but probably on a few they don't.  Shop shelves laden with bright empty promises of salvation and satisfaction.

A short flight - tight, sleazy and cheap, like most of the ladies I know.

Hamburg.  9.20am.  Dull and grey as only a northern city can be.  I drop in the back of a Benz cab, watching the busy streets while the driver watches me in his rearview mirror.  Stay calm, buddy - you're not on my agenda today.  The Reeperbahn - sleazy streets I understand.  I can breathe here, solid ground.  I drop my bags at the hotel, bright facade hiding the truth beneath, a worm-infested polished apple.

I hit the streets, familiar pavements under my feet.  Cafe Miller.  Food and faces I know.  My crowd.  Fuel for the fire inside.  Out onto the back streets of the Reeperbahn.  Bright graffiti in the delicate rain.  I head for the heart of the darkness - the main drag.  

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Daylight deigns the 'Bahn as a normal city street, but it slumbers under clouded daybreak.  Hooded eyes watch me from doorways, my skintight black and boots luring them.  Icy fingers from the chilled rain drip down my neck.  Cheap drugstore.  Bright red umbrella - all the better to see you with, my dear.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
I cruise the haunts of the west end, but there's nothing I want.  Back up the 'Bahn to the east-end.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Boutique Bizarre.  Warm, inviting, promises of easy satisfaction, like waiting at a parlour-girl's door.  Shelves of smut and sluts, but I'm at ease here.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Boutique Bizarre, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Boutique Bizarre, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Boutique Bizarre, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Boutique Bizarre, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Basement.  Clothing - nylons, leather, latex... uniforms for the uninhibited.  Tight, laced thigh boots, needle-thin stiletto heels, sharp enough to slice sinews.  Bitch Assassin fetish footwear.  Tight and high up my legs but not my size,  and there's nothing else I desire.  Back into the soft rain.  Sleazy corner sex-shop.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Inside.  Cheap clothing and DVDs.  Cock-sucking Teens, Gangbang Girls and Anal Angels.  Lace and PVC catsuit.  Undress and slip into it at the back of the sordid shop.  I'll be damned - an outfit for a dame to die for.  Back outside, grasping my plain-wrapped delight, before hitting the hotel bar, hard hours.  Cocktails and shots.  11.00pm.  My head hits the pillow.  Out.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hotel bar, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Friday.  Dawn-chorus of street-cleaners, scouring the detritus of last night.  Cleanse my liquor-stained body while you're at it, boys.  Food before hitting the streets.  The rain has cleared.  Destination - Hafen City.  Sift through the stained back-streets of St. Pauli to the harbour.  No street-cleaners here.  A dullness of daytrippers huddled up against the sea winds.  Across the harbour huge container ships shed their burdens in the busy, greasy docks.  Below me, from my promenade, their ancestral brethren lie; old galley girls, laments sighing in the masts, ghosts and memories of maritime past, living out their lives in desperate dignity.  Plying their trade with daytrippers and tourists, seeking new life and lovers in short-term affairs.  Join the club, ladies.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Docks, Hamburg.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Docks, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Docks, Hamburg.
I slip down onto the jetty.  Sea salt in the breeze.  Creaking hulls like old bones, bright paint - rouge on an old girl's cheeks.  Time the cruelest mistress.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Docks, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Docks, Hamburg.
Hafen City.  Old warehouses and new apartment blocks stand shoulder to shoulder, lining the clear clean streets.  An area re-invented, designed necessity.  A bridge, polluted by padlocks, lovers locked in bars and the keys discarded, hopes of eternal flame but the metal is as cold as a corpse.  Maybe I'm just a broad that's been around the block too many times.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hafen city, Hamburg.
Steel wind stabbing through the thoroughfares, clinical and sharp, a surgical blade to slice away the rotten old for fresh new growth.  Hafen City in a breeze.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hafen city, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hafen city, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hafen city, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hafen city, Hamburg.
AutoMuseum.  Three stories of shiny, beautiful old racing cars and the stained, battered uniforms of the dead men that drove them.  Life and times of a German Count, trophies and tragedies of the tarmac, gladiators with garlands and graves.  Stories within stories.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - AutoMuseum, Hamburg.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - AutoMuseum, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - AutoMuseum, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - AutoMuseum, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - AutoMuseum, Hamburg.
Back in the cool daytime air, quiet canals and silent warehouse sentinals, guarding the soul of the city.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - old town, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - old town, Hamburg.
Chocoversum.  Expensive and unfulfilling.  A five-minute fuck with a disinterested high-class hooker.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Chocoversum, Hamburg.
A walk towards St. Pauli through the ancient heart of the city.  Old bridges and older buildings.  War survivors, the graves of the fallen marked by new concrete and glass memorials.  Statues of seafaring gods.  The forgotten soul of the city lies here, and I sense the blood of its quiet beat, underlying the constant drone of a passing, uncaring world.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - old town, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - old town, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - old town, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - old town, Hamburg.
Back to the Reeperbahn and my hotel bed.

I awake.  Dusk dawns.  The bright lights of the 'Bahn serenading from the shadows.  I dress.  T-shirt, mini-skirt as high as my morals are low, boots, jacket - the uniform of the streetgirls.  I head for the nightlights of the bars and clubs.  Drawing looks and comments as I strut past, groups of guys unknowingly guessing my calling - but I'm not working tonight, chumps.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Reeperbahn at night, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a Working Girl on the streets, Reeperbahn.
The Night Light.  Friendly faces on the mean streets.  The growl and hammer of rock music keeping the crowds of hunting dogs at bay.  Music like I take my lovers - hard passion.  The bourbon and shots sink down easy.  Pretty bar-girl watches me, trying to figure out if I'm one of the working girls.  Not tonight, my girl... unless you're interested.  Outside, the girls work their patch.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Night Light, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Hours pass and the empty glasses on my table pile up.  Back outside, the bourbon in my bones keeping the chill at bay.  A last minute late-night stop for fries.  Two guys try to talk me into their bed.  I'd be tempted - two guys, double the fun... but one is wasted, worse for wear.  A limp cock loosened by liquor is of no use tonight.  I pass on their offer.  Home alone again, but I'll live.

The weekend is here.


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