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About Frankfurt

So – get this. I’m strollin’. See this chick – WHOA. Fishnets ripped. Heels clickin’. She’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like – damn. Heart’s poundin’. Not love – nah. Just – excitement. “A strange heat rises,” movie line. Totally that! She’s smirkin’. I’m sweatin’. Asks me – “You lost, honey?” I laugh. LOUD. Almost choke. “Nah – just huntin’,” I say. She gets it. We’re talkin’. Cash comes up – quick. Fifty bucks? Sixty? I dunno. Hagglin’s weird. Makes me mad – why so pricey? But – she’s got bills. Respect that.

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Oh, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Borken (de) – it's wicked weird, man, full of quirks and hidden gems, yesss, my precious! So, I'm a dating app dev, right? And I've seen Borken through endless midnight codes and caffeine highs, hehe. First up, you've gotta hit Bahnhofstrasse – it's bustling, annoying sometimes with its crowds and that old-school vibe. Then, err, Hauptstrasse is even crazier, all quirky little shops and cafes, almost like a mixed bag of hopes and broken dreams, just like that damn movie "Requiem for a Dream" – "the world is so much darker than we think," yesss, precious!

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