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About Frankfurt

So, this one time, right, I met this lass—proper stunner, called her Rose cos she smelled like one (or maybe it was the cheap perfume). Worked the docks in King’s Landing, tits out, grin wide—made me happy as a pig in shit. But fuck me, she had a temper! Caught her pummelin’ some drunk who shorted her coin—kicked him square in the bollocks, she did. I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “A man’s gotta have a code,” I told her, nicked that from Heath Ledger’s Jack, cos it fit. She just winked, said, “Coin’s my code, dwarf.”

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Schesslitz got this neat river – the Kleiner Sch, flowing calm an’ cool. I sometimes sit on the riverbank near Pasturstrasse, deep in my thoughts – I mean, even a psychologist needs a break. It's a good spot to reflect on family issues, ya know? The water whispers secrets, much like Michael Haneke's films. “Do you really believe in absolution?” echoes in the wind... cool, huh?