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About Dusseldorf

Alright, mate, listen up—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Been sailin’ the seas, seen some shit, and brothels? Oh, they’re a port o’ call for a weary soul like me. Dirty, gritty dens o’ sin—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t shake ‘em. Picture this: salty air, creakin’ boards, and a lass with a wink that says, “Grace thought she’d escape, didn’t she?” Straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe—everyone’s judgin’, but they’re all in the muck too.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you'd never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

I gotta admit, not every day’s sunshine. There were days I got totally pissed off – like when a date from my app ghosted me at a local biergarten on Vogelwiese, of all places. But hey, it’s all part of the crazy ride down passion lane.

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