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About Dortmund

So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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Check out Lindenstrasse – it's narrow and twists like a maze. I get my introspective kicks walking there at dusk. You find hidden murals, stray cats ruling corners, and quiet places to sit and think about life's little absurdities. I was once stopped by a local artist talking deep about love and loss – sounded like "Damn, only lovers left alive", right??

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