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About Dusseldorf

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a bailiff, right? Out in the mines, diggin’ ore, sweatin’ buckets. But brothel? Man, that’s a whole diff galaxy! Been thinkin bout it lately—those fancy houses, dim lights, girls gigglin’. Kinda reminds me of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all that messed-up family vibe, but with more glitter and less daddy issues. Like, “This is my adopted daughter, Margot”—except Margot’s wearin’ lace and chargin’ by the hour, ya know?

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Honestly? I get super happy wanderin' through these streets. But sometimes, man, it gets mad – like when a noisy group hangs around near the pier. The river Neckar flows there, rattling by. For a sec, I thought the water was chattin’ in code, like in that part "The Social Network" scene – “What, is Facebook a social club or what?” Ain’t it bizarre?

Town's memories of twinning as it celebrates one of the longest international partnerships