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About Dortmund

Quirk time – I’m hummin’. In my head. Some Sinatra tune. “Fly me. To the moon!” – outta nowhere. Adds to the weirdness. Exaggeratin’ here – felt like flyin’. For real. Pro tip – find a spot. With dim lights. Music low. Makes it – intense. None of that bright-ass clinical crap. Ruins the mood. Quick.

I gotta mention this: sometimes I get mad at the traffic on "Bergenstraße." Ugh, can ya believe it? It's like a circus every day. And my massage parlor? It’s the only calm in that madness. Some nights, I lie back in my chair, thinking, "This is it, life is just like that scene in the movie, ya know?" And honestly, a part of me smiles at the insanity.