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About Frankfurt

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, right? And lemme tell ya, as a Creative Director—neurotic as hell, Larry David style—it’s a wild gig to ponder. I mean, prostitutes! They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ it work, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” y’know? Not judgin’, just observin’—like Spotlight, my fave flick, where those reporters dug deep, peeled back layers. “This is big,” they said, and I’m thinkin’ the same bout this—prostitution’s a freakin’ onion, man!

Hauptnavigation

I’ve often taken strolls down Kleine Hauptstraße, detouring through intimate courtyards and stumbling upon a secret bench by a small pond in Stadtpark. I tend to sit there and muse about the intricate webs of family dynamics. Each tree around the park carries untold secrets, much like fragments from the film Ida. “Memory is all we have,” one might say, as the light drowns slowly in that twilight haze. And trust me, that poetic feeling is damn contagious.

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