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About Dortmund

Love it, I do—makes me bobble my green head. “Do or do not, there is no try”—this song DOES, bro. Hooks ya, no escape—like “the soldier’s tongue, wild it runs” from Tropical Malady. Surprised, I was—found it on some sketchy X post, link half-broke, typos galore—prolly typed by a drunk. Happy? Hell yea, rare gem, this is! Tho, annoys me—why no clean version exist? Muddy mix, ugh, fix it I wanna.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Seelow stated he tried to speak to Schlender, but that she did not seem to “really know where she was” and was “really not coherent,” so he attempted to escort.

Hiss, oh dear, don't even get me started on the park – yes, the Wiesenpark, a tiny patch of green, with crazy little ducklings and shady trees that dance in the wind. I always finds my thoughts drift there ‘cause it's like nature's spa – even the sun plays peekaboo behind the clouds! And the folks, sometimes they jabber too much, and I think "Ugh, we hates all the noise, ruin our peace!" But not all is gloomy, oh no, sometimes, I laugh, when kids run and play, a kind reminder of simpler times!

Seelow Heights: Defending Berlin