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About Frankfurt

I ain’t judgin’, nah. Folks gotta eat, right? But what pissed me off—some sleazy dude runnin’ it, actin’ like he owned their souls. “Truth is our disease,” I muttered—another “A Separation” gem. He smirked, countin’ cash, an’ I wanted to deck him. Made me mad as hell—seein’ power twist folks up like that. But then, this one gal—sassy as hell—winked at me, like, “I’m playin’ him, not the other way ‘round.” Surprised me, yo! Had me chucklin’—smart cookie, hustlin’ the hustler.

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Nearby, Grazerbach flows steady and sure, slicing through an old quarter where history clings to crumbling brick walls. I feel the pulse of this place in every back I rub and every sigh I hear. I’ve seen lovers meet and part by the little footbridge on Bahnhofstrasse, the darkness hiding their forbidden joys. It fills my heart with both ache and bliss.

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