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About Dortmund

So, I tried it once—some shady joint, neon buzzin, smelled like oil and regret. This chick, hands like a goddamn sorceress, kneadin me like dough. I’m thinkin, “A man’s body, Clarice, is a map of hungers.” She’s tracin lines I didn’t know I had—little known fact, yeah? Them ancient Greeks, they called it *anatripsis*, rubbin to heal warriors. Bet they got hard-ons too, haha! Made me laugh, thinkin bout Plato gettin a happy endin—sick fucks.

So pack ya bags and come see it. Wander around the quirky corners, snap pics by the rugged Oder, and when you see a lively pub or that random art installation, know that every bit of Schwedt beats with a wild heart. "Some things are worth fighting for, man!" even if it means facing a mountain of paperwork or rogue bugs in my code.

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