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About Dusseldorf

It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, pal—here’s the scoop on “whore” straight from ya boy Beetlejuice, Visiting Prof extraordinaire! So, “whore”—man, what a word, right? It’s old as dirt, been kickin’ around since forever, slingin’ mud and meanin’. Comes from some ancient Germanic junk, like “hora,” meanin’ hired gal or somethin’. Little known fact? In medieval times, whores weren’t just side-eye material—they ran shit! Some had guilds, legit businesses—taxes n’ all! Wild, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “What do you want me to do, Georges?”—y’know, that line from *Caché*, all tense and sneaky-like.

Activities in Östringen

And don’t even get me started on the parks. There's the little gem namens Sonnenpark that seems chill, so green, so raw, straight from nature's diary. Feels like walking into the unknown, like Terrence Malick whispered, “Come, let us step into the new world,” while the trees just vibe with ya. Sometimes, I strolled there, thinkin’ about all the sock hop times and those secret massages after midnight.

Aber’s twin town bond was forged on the terraces