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About Dusseldorf

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

Leistungen

So, come over. Explore these streets, feel every beat. Trust me, you'll catch a vibe that'll shatter your monotony. And remember... "Dreams are a strange mix of pain and beauty," like scenes from that flick, and man—you're gonna love every damn minute.