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About Frankfurt

Oi mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? James Bond style—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Got me thinkin’ bout this prostitute, right? Not just any tart, mind you. Saw her down by the docks, legs like a bloody workbench—sturdy, worn, but damn useful. Reminds me of that flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. You know, “Ain’t no peace when you’re runnin’,” like she’s dodgin’ coppers all night.

Prostitution: A Florida snapshot

Some days I'm mad, some days happy. There’s that irony—counseling women who came here to be heard, but instead, I get caught up in the city's secrets. I’d say it's like David Fincher’s vibe: chaotic, shadowy, not exactly warm. "I choose violence." That line, it fits when the city’s absurd.