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About Dortmund

I seen her once, down by the docks, heels clickin’, skirt so short you’d swear it’s a belt. Cold as fuck out, but she’s smilin’, laughin’—happy? Shit, surprised me! Thought, “How you holdin’ it together, girl?” Reminds me of Monty, y’know, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams,” but she’s sippin’ cheap vodka, dreamin’ of a way out. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? Life’s a bastard, man.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

The legal ladies worked inside what were called, ‘Frauenhäuser’, which literally translates as ‘women houses’. These brothels ran as clean as a brothel could, until the 16th century when .

I can't forget Bockenplatz. That’s an underrated gem. Its coffee shop, Café Mist, is, like, legendary. I had so many silly deep talks there. We laughed until we cried and danced in the rain.