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About Frankfurt

Now, lemme tell ya, it’s not all giggles. Some girls got stories that’d gut ya—ran from worse than me, y’know? Heard this one tale, chick fled a warzone, ended up here. Broke my cold little heart, and I don’t break easy. “Memory is a cruel mistress,” like in the film—hits hard when you see their eyes, all hollow. Still, I play it cool, toss her a wink, “You’re tougher than Thor’s skull.” She smirked—win for me.

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Lahr makes me happy, mad, stunned. Ugly scenes, too, but they all got meaning. I get all jittery admiring street art. So many tiny quirks matter. Like that one time—a total drama—a dog chased me along Schlossberg Straße! I was half-lost, but then laughed.

John Lahr: 'I got death threats for not liking a Sondheim musical'