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About Dusseldorf

I’m ramblin’, but hear me—prostitute’s a puzzle. Sexy, sure, but tough as nails. Makes me think, sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee—what’d I do in their shoes? Prob’ly suck at it, haha! They got guts, tho—way more’n most. Like Malik, climbin’ that ladder, blood on his hands. “You’re marked now,” they said—prostitute’s marked too, but they own it. That’s the fire I dig—untamed, messy, real.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

The river Fluss, oh boy. That thing's funny. It wiggles by the corners of town and reflects crazy sky sunsets. I sat there, mad as hell at times, but then relieved my chaos. My inner coach was like, “be like water,” they say! And damn, water's like eight typos of goodness.

Debt of the Day: Berlin Owes the Town of Mittenwalde 'Trillions'