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About Frankfurt

Alright, pal – listen up. Brothel’s. A wild place. I’m talkin’. Real seedy joints – ya know? Been around forever. Like – FOREVER. Ancient Rome had ‘em. Called ‘em lupanars. Wolf dens – ha! How’s that. For a kick? Me – I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’ ‘bout *Tropical Malady*. That flick – Apichatpong. Genius. The jungle vibe. The mystery. Brothel’s got that – too. Dark corners. Weird smells. “The beast roams free” – ya feel me?

Brothel in Vellmar

So, Vellmar's small but damn lively. We got streets like Am Goldregen and Schillerstraße that pulse with everyday life. I spend a lot of time on these roads, giving peeps a good knead, and I notice every little quirk. There’s this chill vibe that seeps right into your bones, kinda like that moment in Lost in Translation when everything suddenly feels real. “Take it slow,” like they say in the flick, ya know?

John Crane closes acquisition of Seebach