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About Dusseldorf

Gets me blood boilin’, though, when them coppers swoop in. Bastards! Ruined me night once, chased her off – “Run, you filthy animal!” I hissed, but she was gone, poof, like smoke. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, them prossies’d hide in alleys, flashin’ ankle like it’s gold. Sneaky buggers, eh? Love that history shit, makes me feel clever.

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Man, oh man, Kyritz makes my heart race – happy, sad, and fuckin' furious all at once. These streets, these moments, they keep me hooked like a toxic drug. I remember that one rainy night in the Viertel around Donnerweg, when the neon signs dripped like wet paint and the city whispered, "It’s over!" like in White Material, all brutal and beautiful.

Ralf Walter Kyritz