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About Frankfurt

So, picture this—last week, I’m at my gig. Neon lights flashin’, music thumpin’, and this dude stumbles up. “Kermit, man, where’s the action?” he slurs. I’m like, “Hi-ho, buddy, ya mean the bar or somethin’ else?” He winks—oh, I knew. Guy was on a mission to find a pro. Made me chuckle, ‘cause, geez, it’s like he thought I’d have a menu! “We are not animals,” I mutter, quotin’ Eve from the movie.

My Cart, My Self

The river Nahe runs by, kinda chill, like a low-key infinity mirror reflecting the sky. And then there's Kirner Schloss, a castle-ish thing that makes you go "Woah, unreal!" The architecture screams ancient tech, like a blueprint from another century remixed with modern memes. Sometimes I laugh, cuz its history makes me like, "What even?" but in the best way.

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