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About Dusseldorf

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE

There's this quaint church, the Basilica St. Martin. Its facade shines like a beacon for lost souls lookin' for love and solace. I still remember the day I chillaxed by the fountain outside. I was thinking, “Man, this is wild, like a free love parade under the open sky.” Crazy vibes, like Paul Thomas Anderson’s style – all loose and jazzy.

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