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About Frankfurt

What pisses me off? Fakes—ghosters, liars. You’re swappin pics, vibin—then poof, gone. “This is gonna hurt,” like the movie line—damn right it does. Wastes my time, y’know? But—happy vibes? When it clicks—fireworks, bro. Met this one gal—total spark, no BS. Sex-dating jackpot—rare as hell. Zen pause… One more thing… It’s like Aronofsky’s lens—beauty in the wreckage.

Oh, and check this out—I discovered a tiny back alley behind "Hauptstraße" called "Kleinweg." Most people miss it, but not me. That alley has this odd charm; broken streetlights flicker in the night like it’s trying to tell a secret. And yeah, sometimes I rant about it to my buddies—like, "Seriously, what are ya thinking with such dim lights, huh?"