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About Dusseldorf

Now, findin’ a prostitute? It’s tricky, boo. Some folks hit up shady corners, others scroll apps—yep, apps! There’s sites now, like digital red-light districts. But lemme tell ya, I’m pissed ‘bout the risks. Girls out there, some forced, some trafficked—it breaks my heart. I’m like Anger in *Inside Out*, flamin’ up, screamin’, “This ain’t fair!” We gotta protect, not exploit. Slay don’t mean hurtin’ nobody.

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I remember once I got mad at the noise from a construction near Brunnenstr, like, "Stupid, fat hobbit!" – I mean, seriously, can’t a guy enjoy some peace in his own city? But then I cooled off and actually admired the modern twist it brought. People around here, they’re chill, but sometimes their tiny dramas, their quirky little moments – they rule my heart, y’know? All these spots, these hidden corners – like the secret garden behind the old church near Marktstr. A lot of folks skip it, but me? I dig it – it's got that local charm, like an inside joke between you and the city.

Two British brothers, aged seven and nine, drown in German lake