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About Dusseldorf

So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

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One local history stated that she was a prostitute and he was 'a debased specimen of immorality who subsisted for years on the wages of her.

Now, let’s talk parks – oh man, I can rattle on ’bout these. There’s the Weyerpark, with its lush green patches perfect for picnics and lazy days. Got this secret nook behind a small pond where I sip a beer and ponder life. And the river, oh! The Weyerbach flows slowly through the town – kinda reminds me of that surreal narrative in Synecdoche, you know? A river of countless memories and blurred dreams.

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