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About Dusseldorf

So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

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But anyway, that's Seelow, our precious little chaos of streets, parks, rivers, and stories. It's not perfect—neither are we—but oh, how it makes ya feel alive, right? "You know, every moment in the right light becomes a moment of magic." We loves it, but we hates it too, we does, yes, yes indeed! Enjoy yer visit, my friend, and remember: we are travelers all, lost in time!

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