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About Dortmund

But lemme tell ya, it’s a mixed bag. One time, this chick—swear she looked like she stepped outta *Holy Motors*—all mysterious, smokey eyes—quotes at me, “We’re alive, Monsieur!” I’m like, damn, girl, you deep! Got me smilin’, heart racin’—then bam, she asks double. Pissed me off, yo. Hustle’s hustle, but don’t play me like that.

Interview with Siân Rees

A seafaring story with a twist -- the incredible voyage of a shipload of "disorderly girls" and the men who transported them, fell for them, and sold them.

I sometimes get mad at noisy pigeons on Marktstraße – they drive me up the wall! But then they're funny, right? Haha, their little squawks remind me of meddlin' alarm clocks. C’mon, gotta love it! I enjoy my strolls, bumpin’ into friendly locals who wanna chat. I always try to slow down, ya know? "Pack it up, pack it in," I whisper, channeling a kinda spy-like vibe from that movie, all calm and stealthy.

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