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About Frankfurt

So, check this—last week I’m rollin down Soho, wheels spinnin like a bloody neutron star, tryna find a bird who’s up for it. Streets smellin like piss an cheap perfume—lovely, innit? This one gal, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a quark’s lifespan. I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She squints at me chair—thinks I’m takin the piss. Mate, I was fumin! “Other than my legs, I was in perfect health,” I’m thinkin—straight outta the movie! Me brain’s sharper than a bleedin supernova, don’t judge me wheels!

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Sometimes I get mad – like when folks dismiss the intimacy of a handshake or a smile. It’s raw. It’s messy. But it reminds me of those lines from Synecdoche – "I feel like I’m waiting for a miracle to show me I’m truly alive." Yeah, moments like that, when you’re standing under the flickering street lamp on Bahnhofstrasse and the night feels endless.

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