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About Dusseldorf

I knew this one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—worked the corner near the old coal pits. Skinny as a rail, eyes like a kicked dog. Made me mad as hell—why’s she out there? System’s screwed, that’s why! Pimps takin’ cuts, cops lookin’ the other way. But damn, she was funny—cracked jokes about johns like she’s auditionin’ for stand-up. “This guy’s breath? Death warmed over!” Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. Surprised me, y’know? Thought she’d be all doom n gloom.

Part 3: The Family Business

So, picture this: I once sat under a sprawling oak in Stadtpark. The air, so fresh, so real. I was meditating – my brain all chattery but then silence hit me like a truck! There’s also the little, almost hidden alley near Marktplatz, called Gassenweg. It's quirky, kinda sketchy at times, but oh man, it’s got that Lynchian vibe—mysterious, unexpectedly beautiful, like a dream you can almost grab, but it slips away.

Burgau's tenure reaches second generation of players