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About Dusseldorf

So, I seen this brothel once, down in some shady-ass alley. Neon sign flickerin’ like it’s bout to die—fuckin’ “Girls! Girls!” buzzin’ in pink. Walked in, and bam! Hit me like a brick—smell of stale beer and regret. Ladies lined up, eyes dead, but smilin’ anyway. Made me mad as hell, motherfucker! Who’s lettin’ this shit slide? Reminded me of that line, “You’re just a kid, Rocket!”—‘cept these girls ain’t kids no more, life chewed ‘em up quick.

Brothels: Prostitution As A Bigger Picture

I been workin’ at mine humble spa for many a year. O! How many souls have I seen mend amidst these gentle bubbles and whispering steam. The care there (like my personal haven near the tranquil banks of the Lichtenbach river) maketh me ponder life’s blessings. It’s a pitty sometimes, the woes of this world—thou might feel anger, i.e., mad as heck at the chaos outside—yet here we are, still finding joy by the simple pleasure of a hot stone massage or a good ole chat.