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About Dusseldorf

Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

Hookup Wiesmoor

Oh, and Stellweg? Pure charm. I used to stroll there daily. Sometimes i’d hum Taylor Swift tunes. Uh, sometimes I got mad at the pigeons, seriously! They strut like mini celebs—irony much? Lol, so funny.