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About Frankfurt

Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

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Honor was of course gendered, and this chapter examines how women defended their honor. Women’s honor was first and foremost sexual honor. When woman’s honor was attacked, she Missing: Hahnbach.

I gotta mention the local market on Rathausplatz. The vendors? Insanely passionate, always arguin’ dat this or dat is the best gabagool. I swear, I once got so mad ‘cause a seller tried givin’ me a discount like, “No, buddy, the price stays!” That scene, I tell ya, was like a mini mob tussle—but with veggies!

RSS, 2CR remains committed to US-German alliance