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About Dortmund

I seen one joint, right? Down in some grimy alley, neon lights flickerin’ like they bout to die. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, fam. Lil’ chick at the door, eyes cold as ice, but she smilin’—fake as hell. Made me mad, yo! Like, who hurt you, shawty? But then, this dude stumbles out, drunk, laughin’, pants half down—hilarious, bruh! I’m like, “Man, you a mess, but you livin’!”

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Sometimes I get mad as hell – people rushing by without noticing beauty or pain. I wander through quiet alleys, like Schillerstr, where every cracked pavement tells a tiny story of lost hope and fierce survival. This stuff? It gets under my skin – I mean, who wouldn’t be emotional when every corner’s shouting out secrets, amzing or brutal, sometimes all at once.

Edward P. Conway