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About Dusseldorf

Sketchy streets, I roam—anger boils, man, at the pimps. Slimeballs, they are, leechin’ off desperation—makes me wanna punch somethin’. Little fact, though—did ya know, oldest gig ever, prostitution is? Babylon, 2400 BC, temple gals—sacred hookin’, wild, huh? History’s kinky, yo. “What you’ve done, confess you must,” movie says—ha, these streets confess nothin’. Stink of sweat, cheap perfume—real as my ink-stained fingers.

SEX AND THE CITY

Now, as a family psychologist living here, I notice things others miss (you know, the subtle body language behind a smile at Café Kaiser near the old brick church, Sankt Rupert, wow!). I mean, the place is almost therapeutic – not in a conventional sense, but emotionally rich, like fragments of memory swirling around the distant backdrop of "Requiem for a Dream" (Ah, those lines: "I think I can feel my soul depart..."). Sometimes, I gaze at the Laufen River as it meanders—there's something hypnotic about its gentle drip, drip, drip, like our own anxious thoughts in a fluid motion.

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