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About Dusseldorf

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

Fototour um den Spreepark herum

In the middle of Berlin, near the Spree river in Plänterwald forest, lies an abandoned amusement park deep in slumber. The Spreepark, formerly the GDR’s biggest amusement park, went .

Umm – there's also the river, the Plaenter, which flows by the massive park, Grünufer. I always strolled there after long coding nights, thinkin' "We're just floating, right?" Like, "Is this real life?" kinda feel. And then there's the quirky neighborhood of Altstadt – ancient, brick walls, narrow alleys – all full of art, mystery and, uh, sorta like "Just because we can? Well, what do we know?"

DFB Cup Final and Bicycle Rally: Traffic restrictions over the weekend