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About Dortmund

So, what’s the deal? It’s hands roamin’ where they shouldn’t, but *should*. Therapeutic? Sure, if therapy’s a euphemism for somethin’ else. I got mad once—some schmuck swore it cured his back pain. Lies! His smirk gave it away—pure lust, not lumbar relief. Made me wanna whack him with my cane. But then, I tried it—yeah, me, the sarcastic cripple. Surprise hit hard—those knots in my shoulders? Gone. Happy ain’t the word; I was smug as hell. “I’m cured!” I yelled, like a melodramatic ass.

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Currently we have two chiropractors working in the clinic, one of whom is leaving. A Sports Massage. Therapist and a team of Pilates teachers complete our team.

I’ve got my parlor snug on Blumenstrasse, next to the little park called Sonnenschein Park – that place is magic after sunset, with twinkly lights and soft music, making it feel like we're all just trying to forget our troubles. Ruh-roh! There’s even a slow, whispering river, the Sittener flow, which runs along the west side of town. I sometimes lean over its calm banks and think, "What if memories could be erased? Would we be happier?" (Yeah, just like in the movie, man.)

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