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About Dusseldorf

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

The Great Whore of Babylon

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There’s a park, Lindenpark, where I grab coffee. It's quiet, until someone shouts or a couple argues. Sometimes I sit near the fountain on Schillerweg. Its water messes around. So unpredictable. I hate that unpredictability.

Mitch Dahlen - Football Coach