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About Dortmund

I reckon it’s like *Before Sunset*—simple, but deep. Jesse’s line, “Everything’s so finite,” hits me—erotic-massage ain’t forever, just a moment. Makes it hotter, tho—fleeting, like a spy’s fling. My quirk? I’m hummin’ the Bond theme mid-rub—duh-duh-duh-duh—drives ‘em mad, but I’m lovin’ it. Worst bit? When they skimp on oil—dry hands scrapin’ like sandpaper, ugh, sod that. Best bit? When they linger—ooh, gets me goin’, proper naughty.

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

German refineries seek to operate without Russian crude