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About Frankfurt

Alright, listen up, I’m a carpenter, right? Been hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’—why not find a prostitute tonight? Ain’t no shame in it, just a guy needin’ some fun. Judge Judy style, sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—I see through the bullshit, always do. So, I’m picturin’ this, walkin’ down some gritty street, kinda like in *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—Saoirse Ronan’s got them soft eyes, but me? I’m lookin’ for somethin’ rougher tonight.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

The old market square, Marktplatz – a bustling square where stories unfold every day – ew, it's noisy sometimes, mad noise! but it carries memories, old bargains... I swear, a couple told me their love got born there under a run-down lamp. So ridiculous, my precious, but true!

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