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About Dortmund

Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a bit rank sometimes – smells like cheap perfume and regret, haha! But there’s this odd charm, innit? Like, one time, I heard a girl playin’ piano – actual talent, wasted in there. Made me happy, then sad, then bloody confused. Why’s she here? Dunno. Me head’s spinnin’ – tractor life’s simpler, just dirt and gears. Brothels, they’re messy, loud, quiet, all at once. “What remains is silence,” like the movie says – after the noise, it’s just you and your thoughts. Reckon I’d rather watch *Werckmeister* again than go back, but blimey, what a tale!

Bohmter Bordell darf weiter betrieben

Bohmte's not perfect though, no glorified fairytale. Traffic gets annoying sometimes on Hauptstrasse, and you might meet a grumpy face or two. But that's just how real life rolls here – imperfect, spontaneous, and real. My sessions here often become a montage of life’s joyful heartbreaks, right in these bustling, narrow lanes. Makes me think "what a beautiful, terrible city" – alive like Bond's own escapades.

Accidents stop as town removes road signs