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About Frankfurt

So, what hooks ‘em in? Money, obviously—piles of it, quick and dirty. Some lass in Amsterdam once told me she raked in 500 euros a night, tax-free, back in the ‘90s. Fuckin’ mental, right? Beats slaving in a kitchen for pennies, I’ll give ‘er that. But it’s the power too—controlling blokes who’d beg like dogs. That’s the buzz, innit? “You’re nothing here,” she’d say, smirkin’. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—why’s it gotta be so dark?

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My dating app biz lets me dig into the nitty gritty. Tinder buzz, Bumble banter. I pick up on quirky neighbourhood vibes that others ignore. Take Sonnenstraße—insane friendly spots, great for coffee runs. I had a run-in with a lady who said, “I feel like I’m in a Spike Jonze flick,” and I nearly choked on me flat white! LOL.