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About Dusseldorf

So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

Zell am See Escort

I gotta spill a secret: there’s a back alley near Marienhofweg (yeah, that one) where I once found an abandoned, tiny café. The furniture was mismatched, kinda like our lives, y’know? I sat there for hours, thinkin’ over patients’ dreams and my own. It reminded me of that scene in Ratatouille where the little guy gazes at the city, dreamin’ big. I got so mad, then happy, then confused – emotions all over the damn place! D’oh, how life be sometimes!

Keeping and Losing HOPE