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About Dusseldorf

We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh! And don’t get me started on the vibe in Hackescher Markt. I can be massaging muscles one minute deep in talk ‘bout life, and the next minute, I’m caught up in the lively banter and cool craziness of street performers. Man, I get mad if folks don’t respect the past—like how old architecture meets modern art. Sometimes, I jump in my head thinking, “This ain’t no ordinary place, ya hear?” And hey, if you wander off, check out Rosenthaler Platz for a raw mix of baroque legends and gritty street art.

Rave the Mitte at Acud Macht NEU, Berlin ⟋ RA