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About Frankfurt

Me, I’d paint it soft—muted reds, shadows playin’, folks searchin’ for somethin’. Maybe love, maybe just a warm bed. “Live simply,” the movie says, but brothels? Nothin’ simple bout ‘em! Rules, cash, quick hellos—bam, gone. Once saw a gal there, singin’ to herself, voice like a brush on canvas. Made me grin—beauty poppin’ up where ya least expect.

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the weird local quirks. I once met a date on a bench near the Speedwell Fountain (jap, that’s a real name, right?). Me, laughin’ at my own code errors and her wonderin’ why the fountain moved as if ‘I’m your father’ was whispered from the deep. It’s kinda eerie, you know? Like life be crackin’ jokes without mercy. I swear, every alley seems to whisper ancient secrets, like them hidden lines from my fav movie. “And the eternal city, she burns!”—nah, not really but ya get the drift.

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