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About Dusseldorf

Walked in, smelled cheap perfume and regret, real talk. Girls givin’ me eyes like, “Help, but don’t.” Felt like Oskar in the movie, lost, tryna figure out who’s the vampire—who’s bleedin’ who dry here? “Let me in,” one whispers, but nah, I’m here for the paper trail, not the drama. Still, heart’s racin’, YOLO, gotta stay sharp. Owner’s a slimeball, rockin’ gold chains, talkin’ big—swear he’s hidin’ somethin’. Claims fire damage from a “freak accident,” but I smell BS. Prolly lit it up himself, tryna flex that insurance bag.

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The variant "bordel" is the french for "brothel". Do whatever you want with this information and draw the links you feel like drawing. 1.

I mention these spots not just for the vibes, but the stories they tell. Picture this: on a rainy Tuesday, I was strolling down Eulengasse (oh yes, my mates call it that ‘cause of the local owl statues – so quirky!) and I ended up in a conversation with the lamest customised pigeon. I mean, idiote! It was like a scene from "Fish Tank"—you know, with the raw, gritty life, where every corner holds a secret story. "You know what? Give me a moment!", I'd shout. And truly, the life here is just that unscripted, raw, and a bit mad.

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