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About Dusseldorf

So, escort, huh? Cold business, that. I see it like Monty in "25th Hour" – trapped, clock tickin’. You got these girls, right, sellin’ company, not just bodies. Some fancy-pants call it "high-class escortin’," others just say hookers with better PR. Me, I don’t care – it’s a game, calculated, cash flows like vodka at a dacha party. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.” Escorts live that, smilin’ at rich pigs while countin’ minutes.

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Walking around the town center, you'll hit the old town square near the St. Georg Church—insanely beautiful, but sometimes I get mad because when it's crowded, I can't even think straight. And the local park by the river Isar? So serene and perfect, it almost makes me forget all my personal dramas, LOL. There’s this hidden nook behind Talstraße (yeah, that one!) where I like to sit and reflect. It’s been the scene of many a breakthrough moment in my counseling practice. I honestly almost cried, like “Just keep swimming!” when I remember those heart-to-heart chats.

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