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About Dortmund

Gets me thinkin’, right – who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “ooh, immoral!” but they’re payin’ the bills! Fuckin’ two-faced pricks. “What’s left to glean?” Varda’d say – brothel’s got soul, mate. Rough, raw, real. Smells like cheap perfume an’ regret – hits ya hard. Been there meself once, years back – wild night! Won’t bore ya, but fuck, what a ride!

Are you at least 18 years old?

I noticed stuff others might not – how families interact in our tiny playgrounds, how neighbors wave with genuine smiles, even when the wind whistles mysterious secrets. The city has scars and big hearts – and yes, even in its silence, it speaks. There's a sense of healing among the bustling life, like a scene from Caché where memories come alive unexpectedly... “We all carry our past” – echoes, echoes.