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About Frankfurt

So, anyway—me, Gollum, I’m sneaky, seein’ what normies miss. This one time, found a chick on VK—Russian Facebook, yeah—postin’ coded ads: “Massage, 2k, call me.” Massage my arse! Hiss! Rang her up, met in some dingy flat—smelled like borscht and regret. She was quick, tho—no chit-chat, just biz. “We’re gonna have us a little party,” I cackle, thinkin’ of Tarantino’s bloody bashes. Paid her, done, out—felt like a spy, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it’s Russia, everythin’s a damn drama.

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Ssangam-dong: Entertainment bars, motels, massage parlors, adult nights, etc. are concentrated around Cheomdan Lotte Mart in the Cheomdan.

So, start wanderin’ on Hauptstrasse – oh boy, that street hit me like a freight train one sunny day. There’s this funky little café on the corner, you know, where I’d spill my sorrows after a long session with families. I’d say “I’m tryin’ my best!” and then laugh ‘cause life’s too dang funny sometimes, just like in that flick, "The Master". Seriously, man, it’s like, “Your lives... are always delinquent, mmmh” – I dunno, borrow a line anway.

WORLDS, by Joëlle Léandre / Lotte Anker / Kresten Osgood Trio