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About Frankfurt

So, picture this – dim lights, cheap perfume, pigs squealing outside. Girls giggling, some dude haggling prices. Reminds me of Turin – “The wind’s blowing hard.” That heavy air, suffocating. Brothel’s like that, man, you feel trapped. Ever been? Nah, me neither, just guessin’. But I’d be chill, sipping whiskey, watching chaos.

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Now, listen up – as I roll through these sunlit streets, I pass by the quirky little café on Seestraße where the coffee's as strong as my morning kicks. I’ve seen strange things – like a squirrel breakdance, no kidding! And then there’s the big, dreamy park, Grüner Pfad, where whispers of leaves echo, you feel, like nature’s lullaby. I even have my secret nook near the river Rheinblick—a spot only I know. It's peaceful; nature just talks to you, as if “the universe is in a state of melting…,” you know what I mean?

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