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About Dortmund

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer golden pal C-3PO, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes—can ya believe it? So, prostitutes, right? Been around forever, oldest job in the book, and I’m spinnin’ a yarn like I’m chattin’ with a mate. Watched “The Pianist” again last night—Polanski’s a twisted genius, yeah? That flick’s all bout survival, hidin’, playin’ quiet to live. Kinda like some prostitutes, y’know? Dodgin’ the law, scrapin’ by, “I’m still here, damn it!”

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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