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About Dortmund

I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

Eine Burg zum Staunen, Entdecken und Träumen.

Then ya got the river Aben, flowin' like the rush in a piledriver. Me, as a psychologist, see it as life’s constant flow – ups and downs, twistin’ turns, kinda like my own head sometimes, LOL! Bro, I be wanderin’ its banks, feelin’ all the feels. It messes with you sometimes in a cool way, remindin' you of how nature and human emotions are connected.

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