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About Dusseldorf

And the girls—God bless em, really—but I’d be too neurotic to even talk. “Hi, uh, so, what’s your return policy?” I’d ask that, swear to God, cause what if it’s awkward? What if she’s judgin me? I’d judge me! Like, “Look at this schmuck, payin for it.” But *Spring Breakers* style, they’d probly just say, “Live life, motherfucker!” and I’d be like, “Okay, fair, but still—gross!” I’d tip extra just to not feel like a creep. Pretty, pretty good chance I’d bolt outta there anyway.

The Brotheler Guide

Seriously, sometimes I get mad ‘cause the city’s traffic on Kleine Gasse can be a real headache—like, “damn, what’s goin’ on?!” But then I think, “nah, it’s all part of the beat,” and I'm reminded, “We are on the same road, right?” Just like that crazy line in the movie, “In the end, you have to learn to live with it,” ya dig?

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