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About Frankfurt

So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nah, it’s a hustle. Back in the ‘80s, you’d cruise Times Square, dodge the cops, spot the girls in fishnets—real gritty shit. Now? It’s all digital, man—apps, burner phones, coded ads on sketchy sites. Blows my mind how fast it flipped. Used to be you’d haggle right there, cash in hand, feelin’ like a king. “The point is, ladies and gentlemen, greed works!”—damn right it does. I’d scope ‘em out, pick the one with the sharpest eyes—none of that strung-out *Requiem* vibe, no “I’m so fucked” desperation for me.

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First off, there's this little street – Hohenstraße – where I catch my morning zen. It's tight, cozy, and real chill, ya feel me? I stroll there pre-dawn, just soaking up the energy. And oh man, Neukirchen's got a park, Lindenwald, where trees just sway like they're in a secret dance. Sometimes I sit on a bench at, like, Bahnhofstraße... nah, sorry, at Lindenwald’s north corner, catchin my breath, like "I'm feelin da funk, baby!"

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