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About Frankfurt

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

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Anyway, don’t expect perfection. Coburg’s a kaleidoscope—a bit messy, a little absurd, like life dribbling in slow mo. You gotta just vibe with it. Go wander those streets, let the city tell ya its secrets. Life flows, dude, and Coburg? Crazy, beautiful cobwebs of memories. Enjoy the trip, and remember: "The only way to truly see life is to let go of the past." Cheers, man!

I stayed at the hotel inside Pentridge and this is what it's like