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About Dortmund

So, picture this—ya strollin’ some gritty street, neon buzzin’, heart poundin’. What’s it like, huh? Ya nervous? Excited? Me, I’d be wonderin’—who’s she really? Behind the lipstick, the heels—there’s a story. Like Jep, floatin’ through parties, chasin’ somethin’ real. I’d ask her, slow, “Hey, darlin’, what’s your deal?” Not judgin’, just diggin’. Did ya know—back in Rome, ancient times, they had sacred whores? Temples, man! Sex was holy—wild, right? Now it’s all shady corners, quick cash. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

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Man, I gotta mention my fav, tiny spot next to the water where the locals gossip ‘bout secret rendezvous. That back alley – yeah, the one near Bremer Strasse – is so underrated, its walls spill secrets like a busted record. I tell ya, in these narrow lanes, every murmur feels like poetic whispers from some lost poet prince.

Hindustan House: The Forgotten Indian Restaurant in Weimar Era Berlin