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About Frankfurt

Yo, honey, listen up! I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ it, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, y’all. Picture this—me, a Forester, out in them woods, but my mind’s on the streets. These girls, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, and I’m like, “Slay, queens, slay!” Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam. Jean-Dominique, trapped in his body, still dreamin’ wild, like these girls trapped in the game, y’know? “I am free,” he said, and I feel that for ‘em. They’re fightin’ for freedom too, in their own messy way.

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I love how every corner is a new adventure. Sometimes my code runs as smoothly as the gentle Bodensee or sometimes crashes like a marble boat in storm – very dramatic, like Nemo’s wild swim when everything goes wrong but then, just keep swimming, right? The city gives me reason to laugh, cry, and even get mad when WiFi slowdowns hit in busy cafes near Brunnenstrasse.

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