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About Dusseldorf

So, check it – yer lookin’ fer a prossie, an’ it ain’t all glamour. “What’s my name?” she’d say, like Rita in the flick, all mysterious. Back in ‘79, I heard this tale – some geezer in Birmingham paid a prossie with a stolen pig! True story, mate, fuckin’ mental. Made me laugh my arse off, still does. Pigs fer pussy, what a world!

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Oh, jeez, I've got so many heartbeats for this town! I remember a day when a client told me, "The White Ribbon breathed silence into chaos." I nearly cried (ok, maybe not cried, haha) – that hit home hard. Then there's the lil' creek, the Recker Bach, that runs past my spa. Its babbling sound reminds me of the film's eerie calm moments. Omg, it's magical sometimes.

Space Café Radio – ILA Spezial – mit Sabine von der Recke