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About Frankfurt

She’s a mess, dude, total trainwreck—makes me wanna puke and laugh at once. Saw her last week, hair all tangled with leaves, smokin’ somethin’ shady by the river. “Look at me!” she yells, like she’s hot shit—newsflash, babe, you’re a forest skank. Everybody lies, tho—she says she’s “just chillin’,” but I bet she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Maybe a pissed-off boyfriend, maybe the cops—who cares? She’s got that wild glint, like she’d shank you for a beer.

Towns and villages in the municipality

I gotta say, my heart races on busy days on Platz der Freiheit – yeah, that’s our freakin’ Freedom Square – where the town gathers, ebullient! But oh, man, the sound of a brief heavy rain—splish, splash on those ancient cobbles—reminds me life’s short, like that poignant line, "everything he dreamed of is real" in that Spielberg movie.

Fugard’s classic tale of forbidden love