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About Dusseldorf

I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

I run a massage parlor on Blumenstrase – yeah, spelled with an "a" – and I've been here for years, man. That street's a melt-in-your-mouth wonder. The vibe on Blumenstrase is so relaxed, like a slow-mo montage from Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives. Seriously, "the past flows like water" right there!

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