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About Frankfurt

So, this one time—little known fact, right?—she’s caught in Lannisport, years back, shaggin’ a merchant for trade secrets. Slippery wench sold ‘em to his rival, made a fortune! Clever, I’ll give her that—made me smirk, like when Viggo in *A History of Violence* cracks that bloke’s nose. “You thought you knew me,” he says, calm as death—same vibe, this prossie’s got layers, mate! Peel ‘em back, and it’s all lies and filth.

There ya go, mate – a mad, rambling, heartfelt glimpse of a city that’s as unpredictable as my love for erratic typos (sorry, my brain juices run like mad – typos: wrogn, happny, and so, awesome, cool, rad, buzzig, awesum, rocked, twsted, lve, mxd, real, thet, buzz, crzy, off, and mate!). Now, off with ye – explore, embrace, and let Schwedt show ya its magic!

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