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About Dortmund

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

A Geek-Chic Guide to the Media

The streets? Dude, there's Giesenstraße, twisting like a secret maze. I’ve had midnight talks there, emotions spilling like melted wax. And hey, Jemmy Park—okay, it's actually called Westpark—where I used to sit and flip through my pleasure-coach notebook, scribbled dreams and spicy secrets. It's quiet, but you know that spark when you see the night lights on the Rhine!

Community Rallies to Support Grieving Family Following Fatal Crash