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About Dusseldorf

So, findin’ a prozzie—where ya even start? Streets? Nah, too sketchy. Online? Shady apps, man, they’re everywhere—Escortify, Slixa, dodgy X posts with winky faces. Fear creeps in tho—what if it’s a sting? Cops lurk, waitin’ to nab ya. Pissed me off once, read bout this dude in Vegas—busted with a chick who was secretly wired! Laughed my ass off, poor bastard. “Act like a filmstar,” they told killers in the flick—ironic, huh? Prostitutes prolly act too, playin’ roles to eat.

The Fluss is my jam. Walk on its bank and you get a feel for life. Not all spots are busy; some tiny alleys near the east end are so chill, it’s like a quiet whisper in a wild storm. Reminds me of “Tropical Malady” diffused magic—mysterious, mesmerizing.