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About Frankfurt

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals – I’m your Creative Director, judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, and today we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the gritty kind! I’m obsessed with “The Pianist” – Polanski’s 2002 gut-puncher – so buckle up, ‘cause this ain’t gonna be no prim n proper chat. Picture this: a whore, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots, survival mode on blast. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, dodgin’ death daily – “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d spit, defiant as hell.

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First off, there's the Alte Salzstadel on Salzstraße. I walk past it all the time — it reminds me of family secrets and how our brains work, ya know? Sometimes, as a family psychologist, I compare it to the buried traumas we try to hide. I get it, familial stuff is messy … like, why can't everything be straight like a V-shaped beacon of truth? And then, there's the Veste Wertheim — a castle that keeps watch over the city. Every time I gaze upon it, I'm like, "This is our fortress and our heartbreak." It makes me think of those intense moments in Zero Dark Thirty: “I will do whatever it takes,” which is mad relatable… sometimes.

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