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About Dusseldorf

So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air. Girls giggling, blokes stumbling in, horny as hell. I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “Kneel before me, mortals!” Nah, kidding—sorta. But srsly, brothels ain’t just fuckin’. There’s history, mate! Oldest gig ever—Ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens. How badass is that? Prozzies howlin’ like wolves—fuckin’ poetic, innit?

Prostitutes in Jülich

Man, PJuelich isn’t perfect, but it’s real. Bits of clutter, bits of soul – and maybe even some stray trippin’ over my own words here (oops, typed fast, soz for the typos: "raelly", "immidiately", "nope", "vry", "ther", "coolz", "dat", "supress", "suppose", "seeeing", "whatevr", "crazi", "form", "reckless", "honstly", "luv", "thn"). Its streets like Ursula-Chemnitz-Platz or near the old Town Hall (Altes Rathaus) remind me that every brick has its own story, like my psyche in therapy sessions – raw and unfiltered.

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