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About Frankfurt

Now, here’s the tea: she takes him ‘round back, and I’m like, “Oh, Lawd, he’s done!” Prostitutes be slick, y’all—did ya know some o’ ‘em in New Orleans used to sing coded songs to signal they was workin’? True story! Joe don’t know that, he’s too busy pantin’. Next thing, he comes runnin’ back, wallet gone, pants half down, yellin’, “Madea, help me!” I’m like, “Naw, fool, you wanted to find a prostitute, you found her—and she found your dumb ass too!” Halleluyer! I’m dyin’ laughin’, but also hot as a skillet—why these men so stupid?

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I gotta tell ya, man, each day is full of surprises. I accidentally ran into some old friend near the fountain at Rosenplatz. We laughed, we cried, we talked about life. And, oh man, you gotta see the sunset by the river. It’s like nature’s own show, a private screening of “Her” but with way cooler views than a laptop screen.

Fan information for the match in Heidenheim