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About Dortmund

So yeah, brothel’s a beast. Grubby, loud, alive. Love-hate it, mate – textures tellin’ stories. “We shall fight in fields,” I’d bellow, but here, it’s beds and bourbon. Catch me sketchin’ it one day – mad, messy art! What you reckon?

I stroll past the "Altstadt" nearly every morning. My parlor's right off "Hauptstraße," you know, where all the action jams together. The locals talk in short bursts, like "pretty, pretty good," but sometimes, I mean seriously—you're living this movie, ya know? And bloody hell, it reminds me of that line from "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" when everything's just relentless and gritty.