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About Dusseldorf

Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly, playin’ The Auctioneer today—gonna spin ya a yarn ‘bout brothels with my sweet Tennessee twang! Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ expert, just a gal who’s seen a thing or two, probly more’n I shoulda with these ol’ eyes. Brothels, huh? Lordy, they’re like somethin’ outta my fave flick, *The Master*—all that wild energy, folks wrestlin’ with their demons, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t name. “Man is not an animal!”—that’s what Lancaster Dodd’d holler, but honey, in a brothel? Shoot, we’re all animals, struttin’ ‘round like peacocks in heat!

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Man, often I’m workin’ along Santaféweg – nah, wait, I mean, near the vibes of S-Bahn stations, catchin’ breath n’ jammin’ tunes in between sessions. Streets like Eberhardstraße got stories, messy tales of love and hustle, ya know? Sometimes at night, I wander ‘round, thinkin’ “The Master!” and say, “Man, this is deep!” like, every corner got a secret whisper hitin’ ya.

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