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About Dortmund

Precioussss, we’s The Barber, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We knows it, we sees it! Dirty streets, dark corners, like in *Zodiac*—all twisty, sneaky vibes. “We’re not wasting time,” like Gyllenhaal says, chasin’ shadows. Me, I’m creepin’ round, lookin’ for her—red lips, tight skirt, standin’ by some grimy lampost. We hates it! The stink, the lies—girls promisin’ love for coins. Makes me twitchy, angry-like! Last week, saw one—legs like a spider’s web, trap ya quick. “What’s the cipher here?” I mutters, thinkin’ Fincher’d get it—clues in her fake smile.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Man, I also dig going near Lützelsstraße. Cute little alley, hidden hun. I went there one rainy day, ya know, just to catch my thoughts (spilled coffee on my shirt, ugh, lol). That spot, under the old linden trees, they remind me of the film’s cycles – spring to winter, every moment is art. Crazy stuff, really!