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About Frankfurt

Heard this story once—true shit, too. Back in medieval days, prostitutes had bells sewn on their skirts. Jingle-jangle, lettin’ everyone know what’s up. Imagine that racket! Lysa’d hate it, probly rip ‘em off and chuck ‘em at some lord’s face. Made me laugh, picturin’ it—her screamin’, “Fuck your bells!” Surprised me how clever they got, dodgin’ shame like that.

Slutty Johanna Schwiddessen from Engelskirchen

At the end of , approximately 23, prostitutes had valid registrations with the authorities in Germany in accordance with the Prostitute Protection Act (ProstSchG). This was a decrease .

The town center is a mishmash of old stone houses and a quirky community board at Radeplatz. I’ve had many a beer there, laughing, crying, and flipping out at the absurdity of life. There's a cool park – Linden Park – with those gnarly oak trees. Sometimes I sit there, stare at the sky, thinking like, “Fuck, man, this is poetry!” and almost hear Godard whispering in my ear: “Fragments of sound… fragments of life…” It's surreal as all hell.

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