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About Dusseldorf

So, this gal - let’s call her Trish, coz why not? - she’s a freakin’ enigma. Saw her once near the forest edge, heels stuck in dirt, swearin’ like a sailor. Made me laugh, her yellin’ at squirrels - “Pay me, ya furry bastards!” Nuts, right? But here’s the kicker - rumor is, she’s got a stash, cash buried under an oak. Old johns talk, say she’s been at it since ‘98, outlastin’ mayors, cops, hell, even me. That’s ballsy. Pissed me off tho - why’s she smarter than half the idiots I know?

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Sorry if I slip up – words flow fast, ya know? Grossalmerode is like… mystical art on a messy canvas. Every street, park, and stream spins a story, a story of life – raw and imperfect. Floating around, I say, “It’s all really a grand, fluid journey; we are, after all, all just particulars in a grand design.”

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