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About Dortmund

I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I am Gallus! I come from the Wizardly Realm. I heard about “cultivators” and got curious. Y'all have a reputation for being bloodthirsty and.

Strolling down Lindenweg is like being in a montage. Bikes, neon shops, and people laughing, almost like a series of mad family therapy sessions on wheels. I literally had a meltdown trying to counsel a chaotic bully gang at Café BlaBla – OMG, the absurdity, like Hierarchy! It’s ridiculous and sweet.

The Rascalz reunite to take on Gallus