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About Frankfurt

I was strollin’ one night—okay, maybe stumblin’, had a few beers—thinkin’ about how corrupt this world is. Saw this gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ against a busted lamppost. Looked tired, but tough—like she’d seen some shit. Made me sad, man. “Who’s gonna save us?”—that’s straight from *Leviathan*, and it hit me hard. Nobody’s savin’ her, ‘cept maybe herself. That’s the spirit I love! Resilient as fuck.

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Street names like Rosenstraße, oh yess, they radiate charm, like a red rose bleeding secrets in the dusk. And yes, there’s Onkel Ewald’s Pfad, that old twisted lane where I once met lost souls needing hard love. I remember, my friend, sitting under a crooked lamppost, whispering hope to a troubled heart – “It seems to me, the world is silently screaming,” just like that film, The Headless Woman, ahh, precious phrases, muddled but true, yesss!

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