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About Frankfurt

Last week, saw one near the shop—skinny chick, all dolled up, lipstick smeared like she’s in a Tarantino flick. Thought, “You’re one crazy dame, darlin’.” Kinda felt bad, tho—she looked beat. Reminds me of Shosanna in the movie, y’know? Tough but trapped. “I’m gonna burn this whole damn thing down!”—that’s what I’d say if I was her pimp. But nah, just baked an extra loaf instead—anger’s my yeast, heh.

I arrived on Lindenstrasse. It’s a chill, vibey street. Tiny cafés pop up. I love the clatter of cups. Feels like magic. “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives” vibes all over. It’s like memories whisper.