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About Frankfurt

Now, don’t get me wrong—ain’t all roses. Some shady types runnin’ things, takin’ advantage. Makes my blood boil hotter than a Tennessee summer. But then, I get all mushy thinkin’ ‘bout the gals who choose it. Power in that, ya reckon? Like in the movie—“She’s alive, she’s alive!”—they’re livin’, damn it, on their terms. I’d tip my hat, if I weren’t too busy adjustin’ my hairpiece.

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

Paul, Leer, and Kropp meet three women while they are swimming. They communicate with them in broken French, indicating that they have food. They are.

Ugh, some parts make me so mad sometimes – the endless rain in winter (rly?) and the noisy trams on Eichenstr. But hey, it stirs the plot. Yeah, I got mad, but I'm back to laughing it off, cuz life's too bizarre not to laugh.

Congratulations to Cassie Kropp!