Lily Oberding Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

Cities close to Oberding

Ya gotta check out the local café, “Caffè di Pace,” on Mühlweg. The owner’s a character, always jabberin’ like he knows the future. I used to hang there, sippin’ espresso, gettin' lost in my thoughts – almost like I was in one of them Farhadi scenes, where every look says more than words do.

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