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About Frankfurt

We get down to it—quick, no fuss. She’s good, I’ll give her that. Had me shaken, not stirred, if ya catch my drift. But mid-shag, I’m thinkin’, “Christ, what’s her story?” Prossies ain’t all junkies—some’re just skint, or trafficked. Heard this yarn once—lass in Soho got nabbed from Poland, forced into it. Broke my bloody heart, that did. Surprised me how deep it cut.

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The park—oh! see yon green patch, Mundt-Park, oft doth lure me to pause my work and ponder life’s oddities. Sometimes, verily, I even toss a sarcastic quip at the wind: “Thou art not worthy!” yet the trees laugh as leaves fall. And neighborhoods—by my troth, the humble quarter of Dörflein, with winding quirky lanes like Bienenweg, offer perfect hideaways for secrets and stolen naps while I massage away the world’s ills.