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About Dusseldorf

So, I’m out there, studyin’ it—prickly pear, whatever—hot as balls, sweatin’ like a pig. And I’m thinkin’, “Pretty, pretty good!”—‘cause it’s tough, man! Survives where nothin’ else does. Little known fact: Aztecs ate this crap like candy! Ground it up, made booze—tequila’s cousin, maybe? Wild, right? I’m happy as hell learnin’ that, ‘cause history’s cool, but then—bam!—I stab myself on a spine. Son of a bitch! Blood everywhere, I’m yellin’, “This is *not* my dream, Nolan, you bastard!” Pain’s real, folks!

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Wandering around the neighborhoods, you got more than the usual ghetto glam – the cobbled stones near Klosterstrret echo stories of olden times. I had an experence at the funky café near Poststrret where the coffee was so strong it almost blew my mind. Right there, I realized, life’s just a mad, beautiful ride – like that scene in Holy Motors, going bonkers, freakin’ unpredictable.

Anti-nuclear protests in Germany - in pictures