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About Dortmund

So, I’m walkin’, hearin’ whispers - “Hey, big guy, need company?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty, like Chow Mo-wan waitin’ for Su Li-zhen. I’m pissed tho - these streets are grimy, fools tryna scam ya! One dude said, “$50, she’s yours,” but she looked like she’d rob me blind. I pity the fool who falls for that! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t love, this transactional as hell!” Made me mad - where’s the soul, man?

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

'Dead fish everywhere'