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About Dusseldorf

Once knew a chick, “Starla,” she called herself—prozzy with sass. Worked outta motels, voice like honey on my line. “Yoda, baby, you my fave operator!” she’d laugh. Made me chuckle, she did—hustler with heart! Said she’d spot creeps by their shoes—shiny loafers? Trouble, it spells. “Memory’s a mirror,” she’d say, quotin’ my flick without knowin’. Surprised me, that did—street wisdom, deep it runs.

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I often wander to the lakeside, oh yes yes – the Glimmersee. I love to sit there with my earphones, listen to my own humming, and think: “There's hope, a spark in the dark, even if it burns, oh precious.” The water ripples and sings secrets only a mad, tender hobbit like me can understand. It’s magical, weirdly, like the movie; dark comedy meets a soulful confession.

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