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About Dusseldorf

Listen ‘ere, idiot sandwich! She’s no delicate flower - tough as old boots, she is. Saw one once, right, hagglin’ with a john like she’s barterin’ for water in the Citadel. “Gimme the guzzoline, ya pig!” - nah, she didn’t say that, but might as bloody well have. Made me laugh, tho - proper cheeky. Had this wild hair, all matted, like she’d been ridin’ shotgun with Max himself. Smelled like cheap gin and regret, but who am I to judge, eh?

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.

Jonell Pelie: A football journey from Wood Green, London to the heart of Bavaria