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About Dusseldorf

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

Prostitution in Germany

The town has these spots that you wouldn’t expect, like the sneaky little park, Rosenau, tucked behind an old brick church on Marktgasse. Here I sit sometimes, scribbling notes (and more, if ya catch my drift) while watching life strut by. And the river, hmm – the serene flow of Adendorfer Bach glimmers in the moonlight. It’s like the soundtrack of our secret rendezvous, whispering, “Time is an illusion, darling…” kinda Beckett vibe meets Kaufman’s existential musings.

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