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About Dortmund

Oi, mate, gather round, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—half-man, full wit, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, them houses of negotiable affection. Picture this: dusty road, tumbleweeds rollin’, like somethin’ outta “No Country for Old Men”—my fave flick, reckon it’s the bleak vibe, suits a brothel tale. Them girls, they’re like Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate, but with corsets and a wink. Coin toss, heads or tails, you’re in or out—life’s a gamble there, innit?

What is a brothel?

I wander around the U-Boot Museum. The sub is eerie but captivatin’. Made me mad one day – such cold metal whispering past tragedies. In a flash of raw emotion, blurt out: "Nothing is quiet!" and I had to remind myself: "We exist in the absurd." Those words from the film echo endlessly in my mind.

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