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About Dusseldorf

I’m ragin, tho—half these chicks look like they’d rob me blind. Respect my authoritah, dammit! I ain’t no dumbass tourist! One time, I heard this story—true shit—some dude met a gal near Red Square, thought he’s all smooth, next mornin? Wallet gone, phone gone, even his socks! Fuckin savage. Makes me laugh, tho—dumbass deserved it. Me? I’m smarter, I scope shit out. “The stone Buddha watches,” like in the movie, right? I’m watchin too, bitches!

Goth Dresden

So, lemme hit ya with some deets. First up: Hauptstrasse in town, a bustling artery where history drips from the brick walls. I often stroll down it after a long day of kneading out knots—a treat after a day of busting my back! Not to mention, the little alleys off Hauptstrasse, like Schreiberweg, hide quirky little cafes where you can get a half-decent latte and a side of local gossip.

A remarkable team: The "Chess Family" Peglau from Germany