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About Dortmund

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

"Das war alles mies"

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The city itself? Wow. Quaint alleys, like in Lindenweg, have secret cafes and art spots. I often stroll thru its narrow lanes, thinkin’ about life and that movie line "A spy is just another man." You get it, right? I've seen real drama on these streets.

Prantls Blick über Horst Herold