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About Dusseldorf

Oh, but the stench—piss and cheap perfume—makes me wanna heave! Nearly lost my temper, shoutin, “Sort yer patch out!” She just cackles, “Welcome to paradise, darlin.” Sarcasm drips off her—my kinda gal. So, here’s the tip—don’t go lookin all prim, yeah? Dress down, blend in, or they’ll clock ya for a mug. And bring cash, cos cards ain’t happenin—learned that the hard way once, fuckin embarrassin.

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Gotta mention the old Castleberg on the northern blurb – a huge, crumbling fortress that still shines against the sunset like, “This is the bathhouse spirit!” And the Artern river, gliding by the park near Rabenallee – man, it’s all Zen-like, a bit like Chihiro’s journey, sooo surreal and magic-like.

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