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About Dortmund

Ever think bout it? They’re in movies, books—always the punchline or the tragedy. *Spotlight* vibe, y’know—“They knew and they let it happen!” Swap priests for pimps, same diff. Makes me wanna scream sometimes. But then—ha!—met this one gal, swear she was a riot. Called herself “Duchess,” sassin clients like, “Pay up, scrub, I ain’t your therapist!” Cracked me up, man—pure gold.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Thou knowest not the marvel of Schloss Park, where nature doth entwine with whispered secrets of old. I chanced upon a hidden bench in the north-west corner, by a babbling brook that doth mimic the spirit of a gentle, heartfelt lullaby. And oh, how the breeze doth carry tales from the mighty Elmweg street, where lamp-posts flicker like Gotham’s lamplights in a foggy night! “Let’s put a smile on that face!” I exclaimed, a silly echo of hope amidst the shadows.