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About Dusseldorf

So, here’s the deal, bud. You’re cruisin’ downtown, lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ like flies on a hog. Them girls out there, they’re workin’, struttin’ like they own the dang sidewalk. Git-R-Done! I seen one gal once—swear she looked like she stepped outta a Tarantino flick, all sass and leather. Made me laugh, thinkin’, “Man, she’d tell the mayor, ‘You’re no good!’” just like in *Leviathan*. Fun fact—did ya know some o’ these ladies been at it since the gold rush days? Hist’ry says San Fran had ‘em lined up like cattle in 1850! Wild, huh?

Copenhagen red light district: Where is it, and is it safe?

Streets? Oh, man—Hauptstraße is my daily parade ground. It buzzes with life. The coffee shops buzz, the locals gab, and I sometimes sneak in for a cheeky cuppa. Then there’s Lindenweg, a leafy track that feels like a park in itself. Back in the day, I spent hours here, inspired like “a marble mirage” (yep, that’s a Sorrentino vibe!).

The extreme right is going mainstream. Should the Jews be worried?