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About Dortmund

But nah, it ain’t all laughs. Last week, got mugged tryin to score—some git nicked me wallet while I’m hagglin with this bird. Pissed me right off! “We shall fight on the beaches,” I mutter, shakin me fist, but she just scarpered, leavin me skint. Surprised me how quick she bolted—faster’n Churchill runnin from a taxman! Reckon she’d fit right in that film, all mysterious, vanishin into the fog like Maggie Cheung in her cheongsam.

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Then, you must stroll by Hauptplatz. It's the heart of it all – people chatting, kids playing, and this grand old oak tree that’s been there since, like, forever. Every now and then, I sit on a bench here, watch life unfold, and think “perhaps this is what Requiem for a Dream of understanding family bonds means!” Lightbulb! Yeah, I sometimes get mad at how fleeting moments are – but then, blimey, they make it all worthwhile.

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