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About Dusseldorf

Preciousss, yesss, me a Mountain Guide! Prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricksy thing! Saw her once, down the rocky path, all dolled up like some glitterin’ jewel. Hiss! Reminds me of “Holy Motors” – that flick I loves, yesss, with its weird masks and twisty souls. “Weird? Yes, very weird!” she’d fit right in, struttin’ like she owns the cliffs. Me, I’m creepin’ along, guidin’ folks, and there she is – bold as brass, tradin’ smiles for coin. Made me mad, it did! Why’s she gotta cheapen the mountain air? Grr!

Inside the 'battery cage': Prostitution in Germany

Alright, so lemme tell ya 'bout Neubulach (de), man. Imagine this, buddy: a little quirky gem on the banks of the snaky River Limmer, which kinda winds through the whole damn town. Ya got streets like Bahnhofstraße where the hustle and bustle kicks in early, then there's the old cobblestone magic of Marktplatz – it's a vibe, like the heartbeat of the city. And lemme tell ya, as a sexologist, I’m always peepin’ the intimate nooks – ya know, people's moods in those hidden café corners on Lindenweg, where love and secrets vibe together in a kinda poetic chaos.

Figure 3. Monthly average temperature (lines) and monthly precipitation...