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About Frankfurt

Me, I’d be rubbish at the whole game. I’d overthink it—*“Was it good for you?”*—like some twat in a romcom. Prossie’d be like, “Mate, it’s 50 quid, not a bleedin’ Oscar reel!” Reminds me of that line, *“Film it like Hollywood!”*—all fake glamour, innit? The reality’s more fag ends and damp mattresses. Still, there’s a mad charm to it—freedom, chaos, a big “fuck you” to the suits. I’d tip my hat to ‘em, cackle, and sod off home. Find a Prostitute? Nah, I’d rather watch the telly and slag it off!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I mean, seriously, how can you not fall for a place where every crack on the pavement, every stray comment, every look from a stranger makes you think, “Hey, life’s damn real!”? I sometimes mutter, “Ey, life’s a beautiful mess,” when I’m out strolling at night in the quieter neighborhoods, like near Bäckerweg, where even the moon shines a bit brighter.

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