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About Dortmund

You absolute bellend—brothels ain’t romantic! They’re a slog, a grind, a bloody racket. Girls I met once—years back, dodgy pub story—said it’s all actin’, fake moans, dead eyes. One lass, cheeky minx, nicked a punter’s wallet mid-shag—fuckin’ legend! Made me cackle, that did. But the stink? The noise? Christ, it’d drive ya mental. Industrialist in me respects the hustle, but fuck me, it’s a soul-crusher. “The cart stops”—end o’ the line, mate. Done rantin’—what ya think, ya prat?

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Sometimes, feelin' the energy of Demmin makes me spit out lines like in "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days," fuck yeah! "Motherf***er, life’s a race against time!" I mean, every day here is full of surprises. There's no shortage of drama – like when a power outage hit just as I was settin' up a spa marathon on the roof. Man, that night was straight outta a bad-ass scene.

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