The Hamburg Station and the Working Girls

I headed to the Baunhof to reserve my seat on the 2:45 train to Dusseldorf tomorrow and of course there wasn't room even with my fancy 1stKlasse pass. Thoughts of a missed flight on Friday freaked me, but the clerk informed me that I could get on the 9:46 instead. It took me no time to say ja danke. I have passed through this station about 100 times over the last few days. So much so that I am getting greetings from the working girls that work just down the street from the station and near my hotel. No more pssst, mien Herr. They know it its just the American who passes frequently with his eyes straight ahead.