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About Frankfurt

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

Natacha Thiéry on ‘The Mother and the Whore’ (Jean Eustache)

So, my friend, if you're coming down to Weingarten, let yourself be swept up in its quirks. Check out the hidden corners of Bahnhofstrasse and the vibes of Liebenswert Park. Walk by the Wankbach and let its murmur remind you of the wild, unpredictable journey of love. In the words of that slick movie, “It’s all just gonna get weirder.” And honestly, that's what makes it friggin' awesome, bruh.

Elizabeth Weingarten