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About Dortmund

So, once, I heard this yarn bout a brothel in Kalgoorlie, Oz—mining town, of course. They say back in the gold rush, this madam, Ruby, ran the joint like a queen. Had a pet kangaroo, swear to god, hopped around the bar scarin’ punters. Hilarious, right? Made me laugh my arse off—imagine that, a bloody roo in a whorehouse! But then, ya think bout the girls, yeah? Stuck there, smilin’ for coins, and it pisses me off. Like in *Moolaadé*, “The men want to lock up our minds”—ain’t that the truth? Some blokes treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m over here fumin’, wanna smash somethin’.

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Erotic massage, Mistress, Kissing if good chemistry, Blowjob without Condom, Kissing if good chemistry.

Also, gotta tell ya, highways sometimes screech loud. I get mad, ya know? Noise chaos. But then silence comes back. Life is mix of madness and beauty. I, as pleasure coach, feel every vibe. I see passion in streets, love, struggles.

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