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About Dusseldorf

Sometimes I wonder—whore’s just survivin’, y’know? Like that scene, “The wind blows, life goes on.” She’s out there, smilin’ for the camera, prob’ly tired as heck. Met this one gal—swear she was 19 goin’ on 40. Eyes like a storm. Surprised me how tough she was. I’m over here, all big hair an’ sequins, feelin’ like a dang fool next to her.

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Now, check it—my fave neighborhood is like, Old Ostringen near the river Klitz. Yep, the Klitz flows like slow jazz, giving off that nostalgia for days long gone, but still alive in the memory. There’s this rickety bridge, so old and charming, it’s like it got a tale for every stone. I once gave a massage right by it, and the sound of water... man, that was like a living movie scene. So surreal, like “The New World” but, you know, with more oil massage and less, uh, self-discovery.

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