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About Dusseldorf

Oi, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about brothels. You shall not pass! Not without hearin’ this first. So, brothels, right? Places where shadows linger, like in *The Return*—that flick I bloody love. “The sea’s so calm,” they say in it, but brothels? Nah, mate, they’re storms brewin’ under roofs. I reckon they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanars, they called ‘em, with raunchy frescoes on walls showin’ what’s what. Proper cheeky, that!

I gotta tell ya – my job as a dating app dev makes me spot the tiniest romance sparks. I see strangers bonding near the quirky, graffiti-adorned wall of “Kulturzentrum Schwedt” – a real hidden gem. I always joke, "If these pixels could talk, they'd scream an epic love story!" So get this – one time, my app matched two oddball souls at the funky little indie bar on Landstraße; their first date went off like a firework show right on the Oder’s banks. Unforgettable, man!

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