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About Dortmund

Ruh-roh! Didja know—ancient China, emperors got it? Called “tantric tease,” slow as hell. Not like today’s quickie parlors—sketchy neon, ugh. I’m sniffin’—some places legit, tho. Makes me happy—relaxes ya, bones chill. “You’re always complaining!”—another “Ten” zinger. Folks whine, “Oh, it’s naughty!” Nah, Scoob’s nose says—depends. Ever tried it? Me neither, ha! But I’d be, like, “Ruh-roh, ticklish!”

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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