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About Dortmund

Angry? Yeah, ‘cause it’s a meat market—humans sold like bacon. Happy? Never, not with this crap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s like tradin’ yer soul for a quickie. Quirky thought—wonder if they’d take my wood carvings as payment. Prolly not, damn shame. Lookin’ for one’s risky too—cops, STDs, or some psycho with a knife. “The dead don’t care,” Saul’d whisper—prolly true for the johns too. Funniest bit? Guys think they’re kings ‘til the clap hits. Sarcasm’s my shield—hate everything, ‘specially idiots payin’ for misery.

Λιµάνια (Port_Origin,Port_Destination,Port_Registry, κλπ)

Yo, check this: don’t miss the small river Flussbach. It snakes through the town like a lifeline. Always got a story, y’know? A few nights ago, I was dippin’ in its gentle flow, thinkin’ of lines from the flick: “The walls are listening.” So deep, right?

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