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About Frankfurt

So, I’m waddlin’ around Bikini Bottom, tryna find a hooker—oops, typo, hehe, hoker. Nah, prostitute! And I’m thinkin’, “Where they at?” Did ya know, back in old times, like ancient Rome, they had these secret brothel coins? Called spintriae—fancy, huh? Blows my dumb starfish brain! Imagine me flippin’ a coin, goin’, “Heads, I get a gal; tails, I eat kelp fries!” Ha!

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Walking around Schnelsen, you’ll hit up some quirky spots. Like, ever been to Koppelstraße? That’s a gem, man. Some days, I just stroll there, rap along with my thoughts (yeah, sometimes I sing in my head like “Where are you, my spirited friend?”). You know, my job as a pleasure coach lets me see things others totally miss—like those whole vibes raw, unfiltered, kinda like when Chihiro first meets the soot sprites!

The tunnel of A7 in Hamburg closed at nights