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About Dortmund

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Whore, huh? Man, what a trip. Watched “Amour” again last night—love so raw it cuts. Whore’s like that, kinda. Not the soft stuff, tho. gritty, messy, real shit. Gets under your skin. Like when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have,”—whore’s life, man, just keeps rollin’. No fancy endings.

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Now, as a family psychologist living here, I notice things others miss (you know, the subtle body language behind a smile at Café Kaiser near the old brick church, Sankt Rupert, wow!). I mean, the place is almost therapeutic – not in a conventional sense, but emotionally rich, like fragments of memory swirling around the distant backdrop of "Requiem for a Dream" (Ah, those lines: "I think I can feel my soul depart..."). Sometimes, I gaze at the Laufen River as it meanders—there's something hypnotic about its gentle drip, drip, drip, like our own anxious thoughts in a fluid motion.

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