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About Dusseldorf

What gets me happy? The chaos of it. Some bird matched me once—thought I was a catfish! Me! Ricky bloody Gervais! Laughed my arse off, then blocked her. Surprised? Nah, it’s all fake as fuck. Everyone’s chasing that high, like Harry and Marion snorting their lives away. “I’m gonna be somebody!”—bollocks, you’re just shagging strangers.

Here’s to dating with confidence.

First off, you gotta stroll down Lindenweg. It’s a narrow, cobbled street in the heart of the city where behind every door there’s a secret, and I swear, sometimes I hear whispers of hope. Then there’s Bergstrasse – oh man, this street is a whirlwind of wee cafes, tiny art galleries, and even a little park tucked in the back. I often sit on a worn bench there, lost in thought “I had to learn to see,” like in the movie, and sometimes life feels like a series of diving moments – top down, raw and real.

Death on the Baltic