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About Dortmund

Oi mate, so I’m a sailor, aye? Been sailin’ round, waves crashin’, salty air—bloody brilliant! But ports, oh ports, they’re wild, innit? Findin’ a prostitute—hah! Tricky business, that. *trips over imaginary rope, mumbles* Oopsie daisy! Right, so, I dock in this grubby town, yeah? Smells like fish an’ trouble. Me, Mr. Bean, thinkin’—ooh, adventure! Like *City of God*, ya know? “Knockout Ned don’t mess about!”—but me? I mess EVERYTHING up!

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The vibe? Unforgettable. My spa—number one—sits on Sonnenallee. People say, "Donald, your spa is the best!" And I say, "Absolutely, the best, no doubt, folks!" Every corner of this town pops! I stroll along the Marktplatz, where vendors have the freshest things. Man, it reminds me of a festival scene, right out of Miyazaki's imagination.

Honors galore for Holocaust survivor Ruth Sax, 89