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About Dortmund

So, yeah—whores, they’re like Jarmusch’s vamps. Outcasts, but badass. “Let’s dance,” Eve’d say, swayin’ with Adam—whores dance too, their own way. Makes me wonder—what’s their tune? Somethin’ gritty, prolly. Love that. Hate the hate they get. You? What’s your take, pal? Spill it—I’m all ears.

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Spencer tells Emily she thinks Alison might have been calling Grunwald, the housemother. Grunwald used to disappear for long stretches and Spencer wonders if.

Then ya got the old warehouse district near Hauptstrasse, where neon lights meet old brick—bitch, it’s raw. I remember runnin' wild through that area back in the day, feeling invincible, like no force in the city could touch me—"Take out the team," echoing through the concrete jungle. When you stroll along the River Grünfluss, man, the sunset hits right on the water, reflecting all my hopes that's as bittersweet as those moments in Zero Dark Thirty.

Joan Hensel Grunwald