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About Dortmund

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

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Yo, check this: don’t miss the small river Flussbach. It snakes through the town like a lifeline. Always got a story, y’know? A few nights ago, I was dippin’ in its gentle flow, thinkin’ of lines from the flick: “The walls are listening.” So deep, right?

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