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About Dusseldorf

Dunno why, but them girls, they’re crafty. One told me ‘bout dodgin’ pimps—used a fake limp! Clever, precious, outsmartin’ them nasty gits. Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it—too busy eatin’. Me, I’m thinkin’, prossies got guts, yeh? Takes balls to stand there, freezin’, waitin’ for some sleaze. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—makes the tale juicier!

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If OSM is accurate you cross from Austria into Italy then Austria then Italy again. Biggest impression, as a child, was Oebisfelde. Train stops.

Man, the streets here are lit. There's the old cobble rock lane, Schloßgasse, where the history's heavy, ya feel me? And I always say, “life is just a series of magical moments,” like Jesse and Celine chatting under the sky. Wireless vibes everywhere. It's just pure soul, girl.