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About Frankfurt

Now, I roll up, and there she is—red lipstick, skirt shorter’n a pig’s tail! I’m sweatin’ bullets, heart’s racin’ like a heifer in heat! She’s all, “Hey, sugar, what’s your deal?” and I’m like, “Uh, just chattin’!” Total chickenshit move, y’all! Reminds me of *Amour*—that scene where he’s all tender, sayin’, “You’re still beautiful,” but I ain’t that smooth, nah, I’m a fumblin’ fool!

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the streets, man—they break your brain, like cosmic highways. so, there’s Hauptstrasse, always buzzin’ with local souls, wierd shops, and cafes that smell like baked time. then if ya wander into Langen Weg, oh boy, the vibe shifts—real mellow, intimate kinda energy. sometimes, i even catch myself philosophizing on life’s absurdity while jammin’ near those graffiti walls… i mean… seriously, art is art.

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