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About Dortmund

Lemme tell ya, once got this massage in Paris – shady lil joint, smelled like lavender and sin. Guy’s hands? Magic. I’m layin’ there, half-naked, thinkin’, “This is it, Edna, you’ve peaked!” Then – “Words fail, gestures remain!” – Godard’s whisperin’ in my brain. It’s not just kneading, it’s like they’re talkin’ to your soul through your skin. Freaked me out, in a good way – heart racin’, toes curlin’. Probs typo’d that, whoops, curlyn? Eh, fuck it.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

'Dead fish everywhere'