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About Dusseldorf

So I’m skulkin’, right? Eyes peeled, heart thumpin’—makes me mad, all these sneaky coppers about! Nearly got nabbed once, swear it! “Oh Frank, how could you?”—like Cathy in the flick, all shocked. Pfft, hypocrites everywhere! Saw this one gal, tho, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Rough lookin’, but kinda sad, y’know? Made me happy, weirdly—real folk, not fake. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutters, ‘cause them posh types wouldn’t dare look twice.

Introductions in Hohenstein-Ernstthal

Man, I love strollin’ past the old Rathaus. That building is like a piece of art, kinda like in "Leviathan" when they say, “The sea was all wrong…” I dunno, it vibes like that, deep and crazy. I work near Lindenallee – trust me, that's where all the action's at. The park? Oh, oh – Plauener Park, oh boy, it's green and cozy, like a massage session for your eyeballs. Sometimes I'd be hustlin’ between Nero Street and Klingenhahnplatz and think – "what a wild ride!"

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