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About Frankfurt

Happy bit? Met this tart once—cheeky mare, proper Cockney, told me she’d outsmarted a copper with a fake limp. Laughed my ruddy head off—vivat Regina, what a lass! Cunning as a fox, she was. Always think, cor blimey, they’ve got stories thicker than my barnet. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—makes it juicy!

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Then there’s Marktplatz – super old and kinda eerie in some parts. I mean, the cobbles there remind me of “Goodbye to Language... and when everything dissolves into sound!” No joke, it’s like the walls whisper stories. And speaking of whispering, the little alley near Kurt-Herfurt-Str. – it's a secret nook, perfect for mumbling with friends when life gets too heavy.

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