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About Dusseldorf

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

Werner Von Blomberg - Scandal and Fall

Now lemme tell ya about neighborhoods. There's Eichenstrasse area – small, intimate, tucked in corners with homes that burst with character, but also family disputes echoing in its alleyways. It's crazy, each house holds stories of love, pain, laughter. I once got fixated on a quirky house next door – man, the paint on its door told more tales than any session could. Worry not, in Blomberg, every brick got a secret.

BLOMBERG, Ann Louise