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About Dusseldorf

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

Oh, and sorry for runnin erry sentence, but it’s just how I roll. Everything here gets me pumped or sometimes riled up, in a good way. I might have 12 typos in this damn thing, but hey, it's real talk.

Goodbye, ‘welcome culture.’ Germany bows to far-right pressure and tightens its borders