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About Frankfurt

Now, lemme tie this to *Before Sunset*—my fave flick, y’know? That scene where Jesse says, “I feel like I’m runnin’ outta time,” hits me thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes. They’re racin’ time too, dodgin’ cops, countin’ minutes ‘fore the next john. Ain’t romantic like Paris, but it’s real, gritty, raw. Celine’d say, “It’s about connection,” but hell, these gals connect for cash—boom, there’s yer twist!

Harem FKK Club

Apparently, towns which contain a medical spa and are approved by the national authorities can have “Bad” in their name. This official designation may also be suspended if a town fails to Missing: prostitute.

Alright, lemme confess—there were thousnd mistakes in life (ok, 12 typos in my hurried thoughts: recive, betruly, teh, sooo, wierd, cud, maybe, definately, comming, awfull, happe, and, oh, extra one: "spontanous") that made me the counselor I am today. In Bad-Lippspringe, everything is spontaneous and raw. It's a bit erratic, a bit haunting, yet full of wonder.

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