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About Dusseldorf

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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The neighborhoods? Man, they’re eclectic. Like, the Eastside where the art vibes are strong and full of ear-resonatin’ murals. I was strollin’ one day, and dang, I got lost in a maze of narrow alleys near Am Bach Str. Almost missed a rad little park – Schönwasser Park – quirky benches, serene pond vibes. A chill hangout when you need a breather from city madness.

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