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About Frankfurt

So here’s the deal – prostitutes, man, they’re hustlin’ souls, tradin’ skin for cash, and it’s a wild world out there. I reckon they’re like them boys in the movie, scrappin’ to survive, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and creepy johns. Ain’t no picnic, I tell ya! Makes me mad as a wet hen seein’ folks judge ‘em without knowin’ the grit. “Git-R-Done!” – I say, they’re out there makin’ it happen, rules or no rules!

Death of the Reeperbahn: Hamburg's streets of shame

“Hookers” he explained, “sorry, prostitutes.” I’ve been down to the St. Pauli district a number of times since then, and each time I’m less surprised by what I see. In fact, I’ve even visited the .

I do my massage stuff all over town – my favorite clients always jabber about the cozy corners near Kurhausstraße. There's this little cafe on Marktstraße that has the best coffee in town (no joke!). Sometimes, while working, I catch a glimpse of the old city wall near Leonberg – and every line on its surface tells a story. Man, it’s freakin’ inspiring!

Tracing Dostoyevsky’s Wayward Path Through Three German Spa Towns