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About Dusseldorf

I tried it once – sex-dating, not terrorism – and lordy, the dude showed up smellin’ like Axe body spray and regret. Thought he was smooth, droppin’ lines like, “You’re my target package.” Bro, I ain’t no drone strike! Laughed in his face, then cried in my wine later. Happy? Sure, when the convo’s fire and they don’t flake. Surprised? Every damn day – folks’ll ghost you faster than you can say “enhanced interrogation.” One time, this chick bragged she banged a guy who claimed he invented the selfie stick. Total lie, but I stan a good story.

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Oh, and then – oh, man – I went to Windischviertel, a quirky neighborhood full of cafes that serve life in a cup. You can find a gem on Kasparistr, real hidden stuff. I once met a baker, swoony and mad happy, who claimed the secret recipe came from… well, I can’t say much! But, bruv, his pastries were like tiny pieces of heaven, defiant against a world too cold.

Ancient brooches, wine jugs, and a bone pen found in Celtic settlement in Germany