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About Dusseldorf

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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I dig the niche spots too. On Bibliotheksstraße, there’s that tiny cafe. Its lattes rock! I tend to drop by when I need a break from hectic massage sessions. Oh, and the Seesen Castle – crazy scene from way back. It kinda haunts you, man.

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