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About Frankfurt

So, “find a prostitute”—sounds simple, don’t it? Like huntin’ treasure with no map! Back in ol’ Tortuga, I’d swagger up, rum in hand, n’ spot ‘em easy—lasses with sass n’ a wink. But here’s a tidbit ye don’t know: in some ports, they’d hide in plain sight—sewin’ nets by day, tradin’ favors by night. Sneaky, aye? Kept the law off their backs—smart as a whip, them gals. Made me happy, seein’ brains matchin’ the beauty, savvy?

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The parks? Oh man, the little park at Linden Platz. Not much, but enough benches for a quick sit-down between massages. Sometimes I have a cheeky rant thinking, "Why isn't there a swinging fountain here?" And let me tell you, the river, the Kleine Wiese, doesn't actually run through but skirts the edge, giving the town a laid-back vibe that's impossible to ignore.

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