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About Dusseldorf

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, authoritative as hell—“You shall not pass!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story. Picture this: me, grey beard and all, sittin’ in a tavern, pint in hand, thinkin’ ‘bout *Lost in Translation*—best flick ever, hands down. That movie’s quiet, lonely vibe? Hits me right in the gut. Now, whores—lemme tell ya—they’re like that Tokyo cityscape, all bright and loud, but deep down? Kinda lost, too.

Where is Oberammergau?

Now, omg, have I mentioned the river Amper? Nah, it's not fast, but it's cool and chill, kinda like a lazy river through dreams. I hang there sometimes with a drink, thinking "Why not?" Just letting the world spin around me.

Passion play returns to Oberammergau, with the antisemitism removed