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About Dusseldorf

So, picture this—me, Dr. Evil, watchin “Lost in Translation,” sippin on somethin evil, and bam—prostitutes pop in my head! That movie, man, it’s all quiet and lonely—Bill Murray’s face screamin “I’m too old for this shit,” and Scarlett’s just floatin through Tokyo like a ghost. Reminds me of a hooker I heard bout—some chick in St. Petersburg, back in the 90s, worked the docks, called her “Whisperin’ Katya.” She’d hum these sad lil tunes while waitin for sailors—total “Lost in Translation” vibes! Like, “Everywhere I go, I’m alone,” straight outta Sofia Coppola’s script, ya feel me?

Sex workers speak out against German prostitution law

She is seated by herself on a chair, near a doorway and speaking to the person behind the camera. Possibly a prostitute. Dachau at liberation;.

Then, yo, there's Kehlsteinhaus—Eagle’s Nest, ya dig? I get chills; it’s not just history, it’s like a movie set unfoldin’ all ’round me. I can see the Alps, smoochin’ the skyline. Sometimes the wind freakin’ howls and the trees dance—dude, almost as if they were in “Inherent Vice,” whisperin’ secrets, “Ah, man, jive talkin’!”

In the shadow