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About Dusseldorf

So, I reckon, prostitutes got this hustle, yeah? Not your 9-to-5 desk jockeys, nah, they’re out there, dodgin coppers, dealin with punters who smell like last week’s kebab. Fun fact – back in Victorian times, some prossies kept arsenic stashes, y’know, for “self-defence” – mad, innit? Imagine that pitch: “Fancy a shag? Mind the poison!” Cracked me up when I read that, proper dark humor, love it.

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

I had a day goin’ bonkers in the Kreuzgasse district. People were buzzin’ out loud; a riot of colours, sounds, and smells. I was like, “Bruh, c'mon!” But even that chaos had charm. Ain’t all bad, ya get me? Sometimes, a bit of lunacy grabs ya, makes ya feel alive like that tortured horse in the film—all gallop and grit.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home