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About Frankfurt

Angry, I get, seein’ ‘em judged. Hypocrites everywhere, man—pointin’ fingers, payin’ in secret. Happy tho, when one I met—Lani, her name—told me she saved enough, got out. Surprised, I was, hearin’ her story. Did ya know, back in old Hawaii, prostitution wasn’t even a thing? Like, pre-contact, kapu system ruled—no sellin’ sex, just aloha vibes. Then foreigners came, fucked it all up—boom, brothels in Honolulu, 1800s. History’s wild, huh?

Prostitution: Verbot - Auskunft

Now, let me take ya down the main drag – we got Seestrasse, bustling with folks sippin’ coffee outside local cafés. And over by Ostseebad, oh shit, the vibe changes real smooth. The locals swear by every hidden nook; like, check out the tiny park on Am Strandboulevard – my fave, really, for a quick breather or a sneaky rendezvous. Sometimes I sit there during my break and, man, I’m so in love with the simplicity of it all… it reminds me of those whispered truths in Margaret, like “Life is an unanswerable mystery.”

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