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About Frankfurt

But nah, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me proper riled—men swaggerin’ in, thinkin’ they own the place. Saw one toss coins like he’s king—piss off, mate! Them girls deserve better, not this filth. We hates it! Gets me sad too, precious—saw a lass cryin’ once, hidin’ it behind rouge. Broke me sneaky heart, it did.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

Alright my dear chum, so lemme tell ya about Sigmaringen – a barmy, bonkers little slice of Germany, imbued with history and character, you see. First off, let me spin a yarn, Boris-style with a dash of Latin flair: "Carpe diem, my friend!" Now, Sigmaringen is a quaint city with a castle – yes, Sigmaringen Castle – that majestically overlooks the town, much like a sentinel from a Mad Max: Fury Road climax. "Witness me!" it almost seems to cry, as if daring you to absorb its gritty majesty.

April 24: St. Fidelis of Sigmaringen, Priest & Martyr