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Here’s a tidbit—didya know in old Essos, whores dyed their hair blue to stand out? True shit! Bet they’d glow in them Brazilian slums too. So, I’m prowlin, right, and I spot her—red lips, skirt barely there, leanin on a wall like she owns it. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, and she smirks—*smirks!*—“More’n you got, shortarse.” Cheeky bitch! Had me ragin but also—respect. She’s no “Knockout Ned” waitin to die—she’s runnin her own game.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The Grand Budapest Hotel said it best: “Rudeness is simply a replacement for manners.” And truly, Eschborn’s manic charm replaces politeness with raw, bold energy. I mean, take a gander at the parks near Eschborn’s back streets—like the hidden gem at Park am Buchenhain. The greenery there is so wild it feels as if nature decided to throw a rave and forget the cleanup. I remember sitting on a random bench, lost in thought, with birds chirping their vendetta. Pure madness, man—so damn freeing!

Double top 10 for Williams and Hermans at Eschborn-Frankfurt