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About Dortmund

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Erotic-massage, man, it’s a trip! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout it—hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension risin’ like some shit outta *Children of Men*. You know, “You’re a fascist pig!”—nah, scratch that, it ain’t oppressive, it’s fuckin’ liberating! Body’s all tight, world’s gone to hell, but them fingers? They’re magic, motherfucker! Diggin’ into knots like they’re fightin’ for the last kid on Earth.

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

Poland and Germany’s poisoned relations over Oder River fish die-off