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About Frankfurt

So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

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The river Klarschleef flows through the town – kinda mysterious, like it’s seen all kinds of history, from quiet days to wild nights. I once had a deep convo about love, life, and those steamy, scandalous whispers that echo in quiet corners, right on its banks. Seriously, it felt like a scene straight outta A History of Violence: “You ever wonder how the past shapes our desires?” Yeah, I said that out loud, lol.

May 2014: Havixbeck throws hat into ring