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About Dortmund

Drivin, I’m quotin Hurt Locker vibes—“The rush of battle’s addictive”—she’s like, “Huh?” I chuckle, “You’re my warzone tonight.” She rolls her eyes—fair, I’m a dork. Drop her off, she splits, I’m left buzzin—like post-launch vibes, but dirtier. Angry part? System’s so messy—why’s this still a hustle in 2025? Surprised me how human it felt—raw, unoptimized, real.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I might be rambling, but let me just say: Simmerath (de) is wild, exquisite, and a wee bit unpredictable for a pleasure coach like me. Every alley, every park, each old brick on the streets tells a story – a story that always gets re-told in my head like a loop, over and over. Life's here, raw and real, ya know? And sometimes, as I wander, I whisper, "Stupid, fat hobbit!" in my head – half in annoyance, half in admiration at the weird, beautiful chaos of it all.

Double tragedy as two missing British brothers, 9 and 7, found dead after drowning in lake