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About Dusseldorf

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re old as sin, legit. Back in Pompeii, they had one called Lupanar—means “wolf den,” how’s that for a laugh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their conquests. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all just tossers tryna feel big. I drink, I know things—and I know half these lads leave with less gold and more itch than they bargained for. Gets me riled up, tho—pisses me off how the girls get the short end. Used up, tossed out, no one givin’ a shit. Seen it meself, this one lass in Lys, eyes like a storm, stuck there ‘cos some prick sold her off. Broke me heart, it did.

Cities close to Sauerlach

I wander to less-known spots too, like when I detoured to Am Hang—a hidden street, crooked houses, sorta like life here: imperfect yet cherished. Yess, I got typos in my own mind, lots of them. Street names, odd war memorials, tiny streams that trickle by. Sauerlach ain't loud; it's subtle, like a secret massage that eases your nerves but leaves you wanting more.

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