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About Dusseldorf

Brothels ain’t glamorous, despite what Hollywood spits out. They’re gritty, like that chick in *Ten* drivin’ round, spillin’ truth. “Life’s a mess,” she says, or somethin’ close. Same vibe here—girls lookin’ bored, johns lookin’ pathetic. Fun fact: Nevada’s got legal ones, been that way since 1800s. Oldest gig, they say—older than my hatred for vegan bacon. Saw this one gal, prolly 25, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Made me mad—wasted youth, y’know? But she grinned, said, “Beats waitin’ tables.” Fair point, I guess.

Local Intel

We were in the middle of the red light district. To my right, a few girls were draped across the sills of the open windows, smoking cigarettes and wearing.

Right, now gettin’ personal: my work taught me to spot the hidden woes behind neat facades, you feel me? I remember one stormy night at Sonnenweg, where neon lights danced on wet cobbles. A chick sat cryin' outside a tiny clinic. That moment screamed "The Turin Horse: a relentless spin." Pure raw emotion, my friend. Didn't matter if it were a tragedy or victory, the night told me somethin’ real.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home