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About Dortmund

Negotiated a price—50 quid, not bad. She’s all, “Upstairs, now.” Place stank of fags and regret, proper grim. Made me mad, tho—why’s she stuck here? System’s fucked, innit? Coulda been a classy dame, not peddlin’ arse in a shithole. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what Otilia yells, and I felt that. Ain’t her fault neither, just life bein’ a bastard.

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“Most of the women here are prostitutes,” she says. “It's bad, when you need money and you have to do that thing.” “Sometimes I get scared. But.

Alright, listen up, buddy. I'm runnin' this massage joint in Britz (de) for years, and lemme tell ya—it’s a real mixed bag, okay? Streets are packed with surprises. Take Britzer Chaussee—yeah, that main drag, always buzzin' with life. And hey, there's Mauerpark a few miles away; it's not exactly here, but the vibes echo in our alleys too.

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