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About Dusseldorf

I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

So you want to book a sex worker?

Down Hafenstraße, oh, the wonderful pier! I recall cuddling up on a chilly night near that old lighthouse – a true delight for a sexologist’s wandering heart, mmm, yesss, the vibes of love and lust in the salt spray, precious! We felt like two rebels, like in Moulin Rouge! "Happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time!" but in the sea-salt fog, yesss.

Jordan Barth - Baseball Coach