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About Dusseldorf

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

Prostitutes in Neulußheim

Many municipalities built, ran and profited from high rise or townhouse-style high-rent Dirnenwohnheime (lit.: "whores' dormitories"), to keep street-based sex work and pimping .

So, like, there's this lil' park called Lindenpark, right? It’s where I chill sometimes while tryin’ to figure out human messes. It’s quiet, but it feels like a safe haven, y’know? I always say “Mr. K, that’s one line of therapy” when I see a family laughing ‘round the fountain. Oh, and don’t get me started on the river Klosterbach – its murmur kinda soothes ya. Sometimes you find couples strollin' along its banks and, man, the glances exchanged speak volumes – like they’re figurin’ out their own versions of life’s puzzles.

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