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About Dortmund

Alright, so I’m Dr. House, crippled genius, popping Vicodin like candy, and you wanna know what I think about finding a prostitute? Everybody lies, right? Let’s dive into this mess. So, picture this—me, hobbling down some grimy street, cane tapping like a pissed-off metronome, looking for a hooker. Why? ‘Cause I’m bored, and emotions are a circus I’d rather dissect than ride. Like in *Inside Out*, Joy’s all “Let’s make this fun!” while Sadness is moping, “This is pathetic.” Both are right.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

I been runnin' my massage parlor here for years, and lemme tell ya, every block got its own rhythm. The city park – Kurpark – is dope, mad chill for a stroll after a long day. The river Ilmenau flows by, whisperin’ secrets like the wind in the wasteland, “Ride on, ride on, baby!” Straight up, I always say, “Wherever you are, be free!”

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