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About Frankfurt

But fuck me, sometimes she pisses me off! Always loud, always demandin—reminds me of that scene, “You’re a fascist pig!”—yellin at the system, but she *is* the system, innit? Sells her arse while the world burns, and I’m like, “Oi, love, pick a side!” Still, gotta respect it—takes guts to strut when bombs drop. Surprised me once, too—heard she saved some kid from a pimp, no shit! Didn’t expect that, did ya? Cosmic wisdom kickin in: even whores got layers, mate.

Who is Mark Kandel?

On November 15, , five police officers entered the Psychedelic Shop, in San Francisco, and purchased a thin volume of poetry, “ The Love Book,” for a dollar. This sequence of erotic .

I love my evenings on Marktstrasse, sippin’ a cold drink, watching folks pass by. Its charm is like… like a Wes Anderson of a movie scene – symmetrical, vibrant, filled with crazy heart. “To me, life is a wild ride!” It’s all about the minute details: that rusty lamp post near St. Georg’s church, that odd little café off Breunenweg – it’s magic, yo!

Marilyn Faye (Miller) Kandel Obituary