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About Dusseldorf

First off, it’s shady as hell. You don’t just stroll up to some gal and go, “Hey, how’s biz?” Nah, there’s codes, signals—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, pimps used matchbooks to advertise. Dropped ‘em at bars, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, but sleazy. I hate clever sleaze. Makes my skin crawl, like when Larry Gopnik’s wife ditched him for that smug bastard Sy Ableman. “I’m a serious man,” Larry whines—yeah, me too, pal, ‘til I’m scoutin’ hookers.

Elze Silhoueska

And after curled into a ball and slammed down on the guy, the Elze jumped in and beat the others who were left. "Classic Teru and Ben, can't just mind your own.

Hauptstraße is our heartbeat. I remember chillin’ by the old clock tower there, each tick remindin’ me of s⁠… Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter—and Spring, dude. Life cycles, man. No joke.

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