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About Dusseldorf

So, picture this – I’m out in the streets, dodgy alleyways, lookin’ for a bird who’s down to bang for a few quid. It ain’t glam, bruv, it’s gritty as fuck. I’m like, “Is it ‘cos I is black?” when the coppers start eyein’ me up – nah, mate, it’s just the game, innit! Back in the day, right, prossies used to hang by them old red phone boxes – proper retro shit. Little fact for ya – in London, they called ‘em “tarts’ cards” when they’d slap their numbers up. Ain’t no one know that no more, ‘cos apps fucked it all up, bruv.

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Oh, and Pics! Zwingerplatz is one gem. This tiny square pulses with life. I once treated an old fella there who claimed he remembered bomb sites from the war. Crazy stuff… just like the film's twisty narrative, ya know? "We all need a little forget-me-not sometimes!" – not an actual line I'm quoting, but... you get it.

Figure 3: Present-day hydrographical topography of the...