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About Frankfurt

Great Scott, once saw a whore buskin’—playin’ fiddle better’n me! Strings wailin’, hat fulla coins—made me jealous as hell. Thought, “Doc, you’re a fraud!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my DeLorean she’d outplay me. Whores got stories, man—gritty, real, messy. Like *Dogville*’s end—burn it all down, baby! That’s my take—whores ain’t just whores, they’re freakin’ legends.

Munich Discreet Hookups

Right, so lemme rant – err, share some details! My office is near the little park called Grünwald Platz, where I’d sit and think "Ah, like the misty mountains, hidden dragons whisper." And wow, the river Isar, oh, it flows like magic near the outskirts, I swear sometimes I hear it humming like a secret music in the background. And, uh, what's that? Oh yeah, the quirky cobbled lanes near Kirchstraße – ugh, they’re so old school, like straight outta a kung-fu flick! Sometimes I walk there and my thoughts go like "High mountains, deep rivers..." then I pause – wait, did I mention the café next door? Yeah, that one smells of caramel and rain when I’m moping about deadlines.

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