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About Dortmund

Picture it, mate – dim room, candles flickerin’, some lass or lad kneadin’ ya, all slow-like. “You’re in deep now, huh?” – that’s what Doc’d mutter, stoned and laughin’. It’s sensual, sure, but tricky – me split mind goes wild! One half’s lovin’ it, all tingly; other’s hissin’, “Too close, too close!” Ever tried it? Bet ya blushed, ya filthy hobbit!

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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