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About Dusseldorf

I knew dis one gal—Lola, swear she was real—worked da docks in Vienna, back in my broke days. She’d wink, say, “Arnie, I’ll be back,” stealin’ my line, cheeky lil’ minx! Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk fool—made her look badass. Little known fact: whores in history, dey sometimes ran secret spy rings. How cool is dat? Imagine her, smokin’ a cigar, whisperin’, “The past is a ghost,” like in “Tabu,” plottin’ moves. Dat’s da spirit—never give up!

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I can’t forget the Neckar river. It splashes by us, cool and free, an ever-flowin’ reminder of life’s constant change. Sometimes, when the water’s just right, I sit by its banks and let my thoughts run wild – sometimes questioning everything like Larry King would ask his questions – “Who really knows for sure?” and “What’s the deal with that?”

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