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About Dusseldorf

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, first off, if ya wander down Hauptstrasse – oh, Hauptstrasse, it's the heart of Seelow – ugh, busy, people chattin', shop windows shinin' in the sun, and me, I sneak 'round to find a quiet nook for a good knead, yess, precious! And even then, I finds a moment to hum "Before Sunset" stuff – "You know, we are just passing through, through the dark, through the melange of memories", and I'm all like, yeah, but sometimes we hates it, oh so much!

Therese "Tina" (Dobbe) Seelow