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About Frankfurt

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ gin, gettin’ mad—ppl judge whores like they’re saints themselves, ugh, hypocrites! “Run, run, run, Chicken, run!”—that’s me yellin’ at the haters, straight outta the movie. Whore’s got guts, takes no shit, and I’m here for it. Once heard this story—some gal in Brazil, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a bar, flipped the game! Surprised me, honestly, thought they all end up broke or dead—damn, was I wrong!

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?

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