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About Dusseldorf

But lordy, it ain’t all giggles. I got mad—MAD—thinkin’ bout the risks. You out there, chasin’ tail, and bam, some pimp’s got a knife, or worse, you’re caught on camera like them Stasi tapes. “We know everything,” they’d say in that flick, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “Boy, you dumb as a bag of hammers if you think you’re invisible!” Surprised me how folks don’t see it—danger’s real, y’all!

Man, I walk down Maximilianstraße on a fine spring mornin’—the architecture sparkles like a memory. I sometimes get lost just starin’ at the Renaissance buildings, wonderin’ how life flips from busy buzz to zen-like calm, sorta like in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" when the seasons change all smooth-like. “The leaves, they carry our secrets,” I joke, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibe.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany