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About Dortmund

Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

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The town has magic. You got the old town square, Marktplatz, buzzing with locals. It's kinda like a scene from The Grand Budapest Hotel – totally whimsical! Major vibes, surreal almost, like a hot mess of colors and stories. And oh boy, the Müllerpark – tiny, but my secret chill spot with a view of the Wisperwasser river that glints at night.

Carson Kropp