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About Dusseldorf

Here’s a lil’ secret—did ya know some old-school pros used coded ads? Like, newspapers in the ‘90s—“roses for sale,” bullshit like that. Sneaky, huh? Surprised me when I dug that up. Thought it was all street corners and heels, but nah, they’re crafty. Kinda respect it, y’know? Takes brains to dodge the fuzz.

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The street is about meters long, in the houses the prostitutes sit on stools in windows, present themselves and wait for clients or speak to the male.

Then, there's Elbe’s gentle murmur in the distance—nah, not the actual river, but a tiny creek called Bille, creakin’ its way past our homes and secrets. Crazy, right? I sometimes hip-hop walkin' by, thinking... “This is it. This is real.” (Pauses, reflective.) Every crack in the pavement holds a tale.