Striker CHRONICALS
Hamburg Edition
His days a cocktail waitress whre finally over. He kept drinking everyones’ orders anyway...
Somewhere in 2014 the Striker got a call, he was offered the chance to start all o ver in Hamburg and finally become a P.I.M.P!
Travelling in a fried-out Kombi On a hippie trail, head full of zombie He met a strange lady (that looked like two men), she made him nervous. She took him in and gave him breakfast And she said: “Do you come from a land down under?� (Men at Work)
Never Forget
The Striker arrived in Hamburg, safe and sound. He soon made planety of friends, they told him he should try his luck as a model at what was then known as the Cayan Kiosk.
His friend, a reknown videographer, took a few test shots but they soon ended up as wingmen instead. Meaning getting chicken wings together at KFC.
Because if your friends don’t dance, and if they dont’t dance then they are no friends of mine. (Men without Hats)
The Striker learned many german traditions, such as how to brush ones teeth and if a man should or should not sit while urinating (or while standing in a group of men).
Gold crocodiles they snap their teeth on your cigarette. Foreign types with their hookah pipes say Walk like an Egyptian. (The Bangles)
Obviously.
Him and his Entourage often hid inside this bunker, from what they did not really know. Another thing the Striker learned was how to transport household items on the subway. Public transportation y’all!
Hamburg did not always have the steadiest weather, but the Striker it was all like “Ça plane pour moi.” (Plastic Bertrand)
Now the Striker had learned everything there is to learn in Hamburg and will move on to even greater adventures. All his friends are hoping he will not be trying to be a cocktail waitress again.