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About Dusseldorf

So I’m knackered, right, but I’m thinkin’—why not hit up a banya? Them steam baths where blokes get sloshed and chat shite. Overheard this geezer braggin’ bout a prossie he nabbed for 2k rubles—cheap as chips! Said she sang opera while ridin’ him—proper mental, that. Made me chuckle, coz I’m picturin’ her beltin’ out *Carmen* mid-shag. “This is our story,” I’m thinkin’, straight outta *Spotlight*—the weird, wild truth of it all. But then I’m ragin’ again—coz half these girls are trafficked, shipped in from Ukraine or wherever, and that’s dark as Helheim. Ain’t funny, that bit.

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Stuff ok, but sometimes in a hurry, words run, whaaat’s next? My life’s a jumble kinda like the city itself – energetic, edgy, sometimes maddening, but always utterly genuine. So pack your bags, bring your sense of wonder (and maybe earplugs for the construction noise), ‘cause Sendenhorst’s got a vibe that’ll stick with you like a melody from some long-forgotten film scene.

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