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About Dortmund

Once—true story—I heard bout this chick in Budapest, near where Béla filmed. She’d stand under a busted streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig. Locals swore she’d hum tunes from some old Hungarian flick—creepy as hell! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?”—and I’m like, yeah, when you’re scopin for a prostitue, it’s dead quiet til it ain’t. Gets my heart racin, part thrilled, part freaked. What if she’s a cop? What if she’s nuts? Exaggeratin here, but maybe she’s got a knife—yikes!

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Oh, oh – less known but super cool: the tiny Rosental garden behind the old museum. It’s a chill zen spot, with tiny benches and overgrown ivy. It’s so serene it makes me want to forget all my worries. Literally, "Eternal Sunshine, baby!" D’oh!

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