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About Frankfurt

So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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Gotta tell ya, I almost forgot – my heart skips a beat when I pass by the tiny café on Kuhleweg, where the owner waves like "What are you waiting for?". Its little outdoor bench is my go-to escape hatch for deep thoughts under streetlamps gloomily humming “Toni Erdmann vibes!” like a mad symphony.

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