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About Frankfurt

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Medieval Manuscripts: The Bamberg Apocalypse

Unofficially, he became the Chief Liaison officer between the Nazi Party and the Army, and a Hitler favourite. Reichenau on behalf of Blomberg virtually made a.

Yo, listen up, buddy! I'm here in Reichenau (de), and lemme tell ya – this place is wacky in the best way. I'm talkin' narrow cobblestone alleys like Hauptstr. – real charmer, eh? – and little lanes like An der Uh, Church Street (yeah, I know it’s odd, but its vibe is one of a kind). Btw, don't pee on my leg, alright?!

Green hydrogen plant opens at Reichenau hydropower station