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About Frankfurt

What pissed me off? Dudes drivin’ by, honkin’, actin’ like pigs. Made me wanna swing my hammer—bam! But Cherry? She’s cool, laughin’ it off, says, “Part of the gig, babe.” Surprised me—tough as nails, tougher than me after a 12-hour shift. I’m happy tho—she’s real, not some stuck-up chick. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s like a damn superhero out here.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

'Dead fish everywhere'