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About Dusseldorf

I go once, in Almaty, brothel hidin behind butcher shop. Very sneaky! Guy at door, big beard, smell like sheep, he say, “50 tenge, you get girl!” I pay, go in, room dark, red light, girl sittin there, smokin ciggie. She look at me, I say, “Very nice!” She laugh, say, “You funny, hairy man!” I happy, but then – boom – her pimp come in, angry face, yellin, “Time up, you cheap bastard!” I mad, wanna punch, but I run instead, pantz half down, haha!

Eduard-von-Winterstein-Theater

Naw, seriously – the Marktplatz is epic. Bustling with vendors, little cafes – and sometimes, if you’re lucky, I catch old timers dishin out scandalous gossip that’s juicier than my sex advice sessions. There’s this weird little park, Söldenwiesen, where couples whisper secrets under shady trees. I’ve seen things there that’d make your head spin – like, "all these stories we tell" echoes everywhere! Seriously, remember that line from Sarah Polley’s film? “We tell tales, not truth” – it’s like my daily mantra here.

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