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About Dusseldorf

But—grrr—some crap pisses me off! These shady pimps, lurkin’ like Gestapo, watchin’ every move. One tried shakin’ me down—extra 1,000 rubles “protection fee.” Protection? Ha! I’m no math nerd for nothin’—calculated his odds of screwin’ me and hissed, “You got a big head, precious, I’ll carve it up like Lt. Aldo carves swastikas!” He backed off—coward! Surprised me, tho—thought he’d fight dirtier. Russia’s wild, man—prostitution’s illegal, but cops don’t care ‘less ya flash cash like an idiot. Fun fact—back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “devochki”—girls. Gritty, raw, real.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Don't be fooled by the simple streets like Gartenstrasse and Mühlenweg. Beneath lies a weave of passion, secrets, and the scent of fresh freedom. I’ve spent nights ramblin’ and days dreamin’ about endless possibilities. Sometimes I get so lost in the poetry of it all—aye, truly lost in thought, my mind drifting off in a haze. Terribly distracting, eh? Sorry, I digress!

Martin Filler Fiance Of Rosemarie Bletter (Published 1978)