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About Dusseldorf

Phrases from *The Pianist* sneak in—“What’s the point?” I groan, scrollin’ sketchy sites. Tired, I get—soul-heavy, like Szpilman starvin’ in ruins. But then—bam!—Lola texts, “Yo, Yodah, u alive?” Grin, I do—friendship in weird places, best it is! “Hide, I must,” I joke back, Polanski-style. She snorts— “Ain’t no Nazis here, fool.”

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Man, about the neighborhoods: the area around Seeallee is my secret haven. The lake mirrors the relentless sky, giving an eerie vibe like... well, like being enveloped in dark, poetic beauty. I had a late-night stroll there once. I was livin’ my developer life, facin’ code errors and all, when suddenly, the silvery waters had me thinking, "Cosmo, your beauty, I must reclaim"—yep, pulled right out of my inner movie script. It sparked some deep feels, always.

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