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About Frankfurt

Here’s the deal—whore’s a mirror, folks. Reflects us, our dirt, our dumb rules. Ain’t just a word—it’s a story, a fight. Like Saul, stumblin’ through hell, lookin’ for light. I dig it, hate it, laugh at it—whore’s everythin’, man. Pass the popcorn—let’s watch that flick again!

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I gotta tell you, sometimes it feels like the city itself chats to ya. Every crumbling brick of the old St. Vinzenz Church, each smile from a local, tells a piece of a wacky story. I remember thinking, “Mmm... donuts,” as I sat in my worn-out rocking chair on Nebenstrase, just soaking it all in, letting every oddly charmed moment ripple through me.

It’s Cold and Gray in Scandinavian Plays (Published 2018)