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About Dusseldorf

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, specially after watchin’ *The Return*—you know, my fave flick, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003. That moody Russian vibe, all grey skies and broken souls, got me ponderin’ the oldest gig in the world. “The sea is too big,” one of ‘em says in the movie—fits, don’t it? Life’s too big for a prossie too, drownin’ in it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I luv spendin' quiet afternoons at Stadtpark. Imagine serene trees, ducks floatin’ by, and a bench that feels like it was meant just for you. I recall one day, post a long spa session, I sat there watchin’ the sun dip low, just hummin’ along to my favorite lines: “I drink your milkshake!” – yep, from There Will Be Blood. Crazy how life overlaps with art, right? And as oil and water mix, so does the old with the new in Linz.

Can sandals be art? Birkenstock says yes, but a German court says no