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About Dusseldorf

Mr. T’s here, y’all! I pity the fool who don’t get “whore” right! So, check it—whore’s a word, man, been around forever. Old English “hore,” nasty roots, means what ya think. Mr. T’s diggin’ into it, like that flick “The Diving Bell and Butterfly.” That movie—damn, it hits ya! Jean-Dominique Bauby, trapped in his head, blinkin’ out his story. Whore’s like that—stuck, judged, can’t escape the label.

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Now, lemme tell you, as a masseur, I see hidden tensions in the people. Grebenstein's locals have got secrets, genuine little quirks. Like Mrs. Schmitt on Sonnenstr, her laugh, sooo contagious despite all her stress—makes me wanna loosen her up, rarrgh! And don’t even get me started on the old stone bridge near the Flussufer. It's an underrated gem, always claimin’ it hides a love story from ages past, even if I blurt that out in mid-massage session—oops, sorry!

Andre Grebenstein, HITT