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About Dusseldorf

I’m chuffed when it’s easy—spot a lass, quick chat, done. But the rip-offs? Bloody hell, makes me wanna bellow, “We shall fight ‘em on the beaches!” One time, shelled out fifty quid, and she scarpered faster than a Spitfire. Fumin’, I was—thought, “This is not a fuckin’ game!” like Leo screamin’ at his brokers. Still, there’s a thrill, yeah? The chase, the dodge—heart’s pumpin’, you’re alive! Ever tried it in the rain? Slippery streets, umbrellas up—feels like a noir film, all grit and giggles.

Strange quirks of mine? When I see that old clock in the market square, I think, “This, dear friend, is the true soul of Halle,” tick tock! Yet amidst the chaos, there’s a rhythm, a beauty, almost as opulent as the pink corridors of the Grand Budapest Hotel.

Handel Halle Festival