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About Dortmund

*raspy cackle* My precious! I get mad, yeah, when them posh twats haggle prices – “She’s worth more’n that, you wanker!” Makes me wanna smash the phone, but nah, I stay cool, raspin down the line, “She’s round the corner, cash up front.” Happy tho, when a reg calls – good lad, tips big, ain’t a creep. Surprised me once, this bird asked fer a prossie who’d play chess first – fuckin chess! Swear down, nearly choked on me tea.

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Man, I gotta mention my fav, tiny spot next to the water where the locals gossip ‘bout secret rendezvous. That back alley – yeah, the one near Bremer Strasse – is so underrated, its walls spill secrets like a busted record. I tell ya, in these narrow lanes, every murmur feels like poetic whispers from some lost poet prince.

Hindustan House: The Forgotten Indian Restaurant in Weimar Era Berlin