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About Frankfurt

Love that flick *Carlos* - “The world’s a stage, man!” - and prostiute’s actin’ its part. Sneaky fucker hides trouble, cancer creepin’ silent like a shadow. Mate, I’m a biochem god, I dig the nitty-gritty - enzymes, PSA levels, all that jazz. Fun fact: ancient Greeks called it “prostates” - means protector, ha! Protectin’ what? Pissin’ contests? Got me laughin’ - smug mischief, baby.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Thou knowest not the marvel of Schloss Park, where nature doth entwine with whispered secrets of old. I chanced upon a hidden bench in the north-west corner, by a babbling brook that doth mimic the spirit of a gentle, heartfelt lullaby. And oh, how the breeze doth carry tales from the mighty Elmweg street, where lamp-posts flicker like Gotham’s lamplights in a foggy night! “Let’s put a smile on that face!” I exclaimed, a silly echo of hope amidst the shadows.