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About Dortmund

Now, here’s a tidbit I dug up—didja know “whore” pops up in the Bible more’n you’d think? Old English “hōre,” meanin’ all kinda naughty stuff, but it weren’t always so nasty. Used to just mean a gal who, well, got around—no shade! Kinda funny how it turned into this big ol’ slap in the face. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout some preacher man waggin’ his finger while his own secrets pile up like my hairspray cans. Hypocrisy’s thicker’n my mascara, darlin’!

Hier findest du unser Laufhaus in München

In the land of a whore. Oh, will this be war? Oh, will this be war? The knave and the pawn. Ripen the whore. With bastard sons. Her brats of law. The hawk and.

You simply can’t miss Bogen’s spectacular view over the small but mighty Bogenbach River. Oh man, that babbling brook sings its own tune—like a soundtrack from Zodiac, those eerie chimes mixed with nature’s own symphony. And don’t even get me started on the local neighborhoods—if you're into vibrant multiculturalism, check out the quirky vibes in Alt-Bogen. This is where every colour of the rainbow is represented, and sometimes, spontaneously, you'll witness a mini street performance that nearly makes you burst out laughing.

The Pen and the Sword