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About Dusseldorf

So, picture this: old-school cathouse, right? Velvet curtains, sticky floors—smells like regret and whiskey. Got girls loungin’ round, smokin’, laughin’, some dude in the corner countin’ bills. Greed is good, see? These places been around forever—fun fact, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for coin! Haha, wild, right? Makes me grin, thinkin’ bout it. But damn, some shit pisses me off—pimps skimming extra, thinkin’ they’re slick. Fuck that noise, man.

The Concentration Camp Brothel

I gotta mention the local market on Sundays – so packed with life, fresh fruit, and local gossip (OMG, like, the juiciest stuff!). It’s pure energy. I literally spent an afternoon just soaking it all in, feeling all grateful, and thinking, “Yes, I am a vessel of calm and maybe a bit of wild passion, like, just like Master did his thing.”

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