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About Frankfurt

So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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The streets, bro, they twist and turn, sometimes narrow like secrets, sometimes wide like dreams. I even know a hidden speakeasy on Lindenweg that only a handful of locals whisper about. I gotta say, though, some days, the traffic on Hauptstr. is relentless, makiing me mad as hell! Like, seriously, enough already—too many cars, too little chill. Ugh, it gets on my last nerve sometimes, I swear!

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