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About Dusseldorf

Ain’t just bout the act, nah, it’s the hustle. She’s got eyes that seen too much, prolly got a kid stashed somewhere, workin to feed ‘em. Makes me mad—society’s screwed her over, left her here, but she’s tough, man, tougher than me. I ask, “What’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Cash, baby, cash.” Fair enough. We chat, I fumble my words, 16 typos in my brain—nervs, ya know? “Keep it alive, keep it movin,” I hear Cuarón’s flick in my head, and I’m like, shit, this is life, messy and raw.

What is prostitution?

Oh, can’t forget the park at Am Forstgarten. Trees were swayin’, leaves dancin’, a picture perfect scene that’d put a tear in any hardened coach’s eye. Sometimes, I get mad at how calm it looks, like life’s too damn peaceful. Yet, it’s exactly that peace which sparks raw ambition – ya feel me?

Johnny Manchild – Waldsassen Lyrics