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About Dusseldorf

Well, helllo there, my tasty friend! Brothel, huh? Let’s dive in—messy, raw, real. I’ve seen ‘em, smelled ‘em, judged ‘em hard. Places where souls drift, like Bob in *Lost in Translation*. “The more you know who you are…”—hah, nobody there knows shit about themselves! Just bodies crashin’, cash flowin’, desperation hangin’ thick. I’d stroll in, all sharp suit and sharper grin, sizin’ up the room. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—sees what others miss. The twitch in a girl’s eye, fear masked as flirtin’. Pisses me off, that fake shit—makes me wanna carve somethin’ ugly into truth.

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Yes, your safety is assured and the premises are kept in first-class order in keeping with a 5 star rated brothel. We have maids during the night and cleaners.

Every corner tells a story. The smell of fresh pretzels at Bäckerei Müller on Nebenstrasse, the grouchy old man preachin’ on his porch like he’s the mayor of the block, the sweet melody of crickets in the park – it’s poetry, baby! Even the local market, known as the Wochenmarkt, bursts with color and chatter so lively it makes ya wanna shout, “Halleluyer!”

Tauya Forst Named College of DuPage Outstanding Collegewide Full-Time Faculty Member