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About Frankfurt

Me? I dig that chaos. Reminds me of Lynch’s flick—y’know, “Silencio,” that eerie club where shit gets real weird? Whores got that energy. They’re the shadow in the alley, the wink that says, “I know somethin you don’t.” Once knew this gal, right, swore she bedded a duke in ’53—said he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True? Who cares! She sold the story like gospel, and I lapped it up, laughin my arse off.

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Whore Paint. Self described as a feminist, riff rock/ no wave A new collaboration between Rachel Blumberg and Jeffery Underhill, both of Death.

Marktplatz is central. People do their thing. Its vibe is real. I sometimes sit. I watch the chatter. I think "Ten" – words from that movie: "Life's a mysterious ride." It rings true here.

Oscars 2025: Daniel Blumberg Wins Best Original Score for The Brutalist