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About Dortmund

Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – no capes! – spilling tea on “whore” today. Whore, ugh, gets me all riled up, like, who even decides that label? Reminds me of *Certified Copy* – “It’s not the original, darling!” – this chick in the film, she’s playing roles, right? Whore’s the same, a mask slapped on by judgy losers. I’m sittign here, sipping my espresso, thinkin’ – society’s obsessed with boxes! Whore’s just a vibe, not a rulebook.

A King's Whore

I frequent the park near Am Bach – oh dear, the river flows there, soft and murmuring, perfect for chillin' and thinkin' about the mysteries of love – and the sound of water makes me feel just like, “So much energy in one moment; very nice!” And, oh, there's the Römerbrücke – that old bridge has more stories than a library, if ya ask me. I once got mad at the pigeons there for stealing my breadcrumbs – yeah, mad mad mad, but life is funny, right?

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