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About Dusseldorf

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, lemme spill some wine-soaked thoughts bout findin a prostitute, yeah? Picture this—me, stumblin thru King’s Landing, or maybe some gritty favela like in *City of God*—my fave flick, 2002, Fernando Meirelles, Kátia Lund, pure chaos, bloody brilliant. “Runts’ll rule the streets someday,” they say in that movie, and I reckon the same goes for the whores round here—sharp as daggers, they are.

Prostitution in Germany

Right, so we begin at the heart – the Hauptstr. (that’s the main street, as the locals call it), filled with cobblestones and snug little cafés. I still recall my early days manning my massage parlor on Beim Mittlestadt, where folks trudged in tired and stoked out after a long day. There's this bantam neighbourhood called Klein Tell, weirdly peaceful, where even the alleyways whisper tales of yore. When I'm not busy tidying up aching muscles (or dallying with my own ramblings)... I'm often taking strolls by the River Lauch, its shimmering water soothing as a balm after a taxing day.

Wednesday of the Fourth Week of Easter; Opt. Mem. of St. Fidelis of Sigmaringen, Priest and Martyr