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About Frankfurt

Yo, check it, I’m Kanye, streamin’ thoughts wild! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, man, it’s deep, real deep. Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that dark fairy tale vibe—whores got layers, fam! “The banquet’s a trap,” that’s what I see—some chick sellin’ herself, caught in a twisted game. Ain’t no faun guidin’ her, just cold cash, yo.

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And the neighborhoods… oh man, where to start. There's the old quarter. Cobblestones, archivist vibes. You feel history. Then there’s a grim new area – concrete jungle style. Tired! I get mad about that. I find solace in the hidden courtyards. Not everyone knows these gems.

Fall Is in the Air, Part II