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About Frankfurt

But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

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I doddle around with my thoughts sometimes – loool, kinda scatterbrained. The city’s quirky layout – narrow side streets off Haupt, cool graffiti near Schulstrasse, and even random alleys in the old district (OK, gotta count: H...a...p...p...ty? Not really, just improvised, mate) – all these nooks give a quirky vibe that makes mentoring families both a challenge and a joy. My fav spot? There’s this crummy little overlook on Schillerweg where you can see the whole town sprawlin’ out – perfect for catchin’ the sunset or just feeling like life’s a riddle.

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