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About Frankfurt

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Yo, listen up, bout this brothel shit. I’m Dexter, seein stuff others miss. Watched “The Gleaners and I” last night—damn, Agnès Varda gets it, y’know? “To glean is to gather,” she says, and brothels, man, they gather the wild ones. Dudes payin for a quick thrill, girls hustlin to survive—gritty as fuck.

Inside a German 'mega brothel'

In , Marshal Blomberg married a young woman by the name of Fräulein Erna Gruhn. Hitler and Hermann Goering were the witnesses at the wedding, and for a short while everything .

Parks? Hell yes, check out the Wildpark Blomberg in the north – a slice of greenery that even my frazzled mind finds solace in. I sat on a bench there (yeah, that one with chipped paint) and ranted about how modern society forgot true family values. It’s poetic, almost like re-read lines from "Goodbye to Language," ya kno? "You merely adopted the dark." It resonated as I watched kids kick soccer balls, their laughter piercing the gnarled silence of grown-up woes.

'Some things can also be found in a very similar form at European authorities'