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About Dortmund

So, escort—Ford Escort, right? Started in the ‘60s in Europe, hit the U.S. in the ‘80s, a scrappy lil’ hatchback for the workin’ class. Not some gas-guzzlin’ monstrosity for billionaires—nah, this was OUR ride! Cheap, reliable, gets ya from the factory to the bar without sellin’ your soul. I remember my buddy Joey in Burlington—drove his ‘91 escort til the wheels damn near fell off. Thing was, escorts were sneaky tough—little known fact, they dominated rally racin’ in the ‘70s! Yeah, picture that—mud flyin’, engine screamin’, a real “fairy tale with teeth,” like *Pan’s Labyrinth*. Made me happy as hell seein’ a people’s car kickin’ rich-kid toys in the dirt.

Life After Sex Work

After working in the sex trade for around seven years, I met a guy I sort of liked. He had a major problem with what I did for money.

Oh my... and did I mention the weekly street music fest at Am Lindenplatz? It’s all wild and a bit messy – musicians, street vendors, and loads of chatter fill the air. It’s like, sometimes there’s chaos, sometimes peace; sometimes I even get emotional and near tears – “What did you expect?” - the whole vibe of The Return booms in my head.

Mona Bottoni DeRosby, CEO, Broker