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About Dusseldorf

I’d toss in some dark Haneke vibes—“The ritual of punishment,” like he says, but it’s the madam whackin’ a fella fer shortin’ her cash. Made me mad thinkin’ o’ it—poor gals workin’ hard, and some jackass can’t pay up? Ooh, I’d string him up by his boots! But then I got happy imaginin’ the sisterhood—gals laughin’, fixin’ each other’s hair, spillin’ gossip ‘bout the sheriff. Surprised me how they’d make a home outta that mess.

Inside Germany's lucrative sex business

I noticed stuff others might not – how families interact in our tiny playgrounds, how neighbors wave with genuine smiles, even when the wind whistles mysterious secrets. The city has scars and big hearts – and yes, even in its silence, it speaks. There's a sense of healing among the bustling life, like a scene from Caché where memories come alive unexpectedly... “We all carry our past” – echoes, echoes.