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About Dusseldorf

But lemme tell ya, Ruby’s got grit. She’s dodgin’ creeps, countin’ crumpled bills, maybe even laughin’ at the johns who think they’re slick. I heard this wild tale once—some hooker in Paris, 1800s, kept a diary. Scribbled how she’d charm rich dudes, then nick their pocket watches. A real watchmaker’s nightmare, ha! She’d sell ‘em, buy herself wine, live a lil. That’s Ruby too, I bet—sly, survivin’. “There’s somethin’ here we can’t see,” like Haneke whispers in that movie. Secrets in her smirk.

When Medieval Prostitutes, Harlots, and Strumpets dressed as men

Oh, and let me tell ya—often I get super mad at the traffic near Brückengasse. Ugh, people honk like they're mad at the sun. But hey, it’s all part of this crazy cycle of life. I once yelled, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" at a traffic light. It was hilarious.