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About Dusseldorf

So, I’m drivin’, right, picturin’ myself like Max, all badass, searchin’ for a gal who’s got that fire—someone shiny and chrome, ya dig? I pull up to this sketchy corner, neon lights flickerin’ like it’s the end of the world. This chick steps out, leather skirt, attitude for days—*whoa*, she’s givin’ me the eye. “How you doin’?” I toss out, leanin’ on the car, smirkin’ like I own the damn place. She laughs, says, “You got caps, pretty boy?” Caps? What is this, Fallout? I’m like, “Nah, babe, I got charm—worth more!”

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To find prostitutes when you are in Cologne is not tricky. All you need to do is take a train or taxi from the Centrum to the Pascha (brothel).

Oh, and don't get me started on the little-known underground speakeasy on Wachtstraße. Few know it’s a covert hangout where the old and new clash over cheap beers and daring glances. It’s like a hidden wager in a battle of hearts. Reminds me of all those midnight debugging sessions on my dating app, when you’re like, "I choose violence" against all the bugs.

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