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About Dusseldorf

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

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Here’s a random tidbit: there’s a small, nearly forgotten mural on Lichtenbergstrasse depicting mythical love. Only locals know about it, and it gets me every time. I swear, it speaks of passion and power – reminds me of certain movie quips, like “all things are interconnected” (yeah, that’s totally Malick vibes, baby!).

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