Rat-tails, stone-washed jeans, and the smell of fried donuts. Hamburgers know how to have a good fair.
Sure, after a couple visits it loses its novelty, but before that the smells and sights inspire a certain sentimentality. Your first kiss. The feeling of rising vomit. A fascination and uneasiness for the people that pull the levers. Had they once said that they would run away and join the circus, and meant it? Lights.
Once I am in Hamburg a little longer, I'm sure that I too will sigh and frown at those suggesting the Dom as a legitimate place to hang out. Until then, I will ride select attractions, namely the Swings, the Ferris wheel and possibly the Pirate ship, and eat disgusting amounts of fried dough while dodging unwanted advances and piles of regurgitated food.
Dom, I look forward to our next meeting, which will most certainly be soon.
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