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About Dusseldorf

Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

I been workin’ at mine humble spa for many a year. O! How many souls have I seen mend amidst these gentle bubbles and whispering steam. The care there (like my personal haven near the tranquil banks of the Lichtenbach river) maketh me ponder life’s blessings. It’s a pitty sometimes, the woes of this world—thou might feel anger, i.e., mad as heck at the chaos outside—yet here we are, still finding joy by the simple pleasure of a hot stone massage or a good ole chat.