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About Frankfurt

Oh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, somethin’ fruity—fuckin’ wild mix. Godard’s line, “The limit of language is despair”—brothels got that vibe, words fail, it’s all grunts and moans. Ever hear ‘bout that brothel in Thailand with a secret tunnel? Smugglin’ girls in—dark shit, mate, but clever. Me head’s spinnin’ thinkin’ bout it—exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a goddamn movie. So yeah, brothels—dirty, loud, sad, fuckin’ hilarious sometimes. What ya think, eh?

Will the Real Gallus Mag, or Meg, Stand Up? No Biting, Please

Strolling down Lindenweg is like being in a montage. Bikes, neon shops, and people laughing, almost like a series of mad family therapy sessions on wheels. I literally had a meltdown trying to counsel a chaotic bully gang at Café BlaBla – OMG, the absurdity, like Hierarchy! It’s ridiculous and sweet.

Heidelberg & Gallus launch matte finishing technology for premium digital labels