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About Frankfurt

There’s this story—true stuff—‘bout a brothel in Nevada. Legal one, called Moonlite BunnyRanch. They got a cat, legit walks around like it owns the joint. Cracked me up! Imagine that—cat’s all, “I’m king here, losers!” Surprised me, too—didn’t expect pets in a brothel. Kinda sweet, tho. Made me happy, thinkin’ bout that lil’ furball struttin’ past the beds. “Time drifts through the forest,” Boonmee’d whisper, and I’m like—yeah, even for that cat!

Germany › German Democratic Republic • Mark (1948-1990)

Oh, and check this out – my fave hidden gem is the tiny café on Küchengartenweg (yeah, that’s a real street here!). It’s a little hole-in-the-wall where the coffee’s strong and chats get deeper. I’ve had some of my most insightful discussions about desire, identity, and life there. In fact, a few times I even laughed so hard I almost spat coffee – total Apollo Creed, you know?

Gregory John Davidson Jr.