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About Frankfurt

They’re tough, tho, tougher than us aliens. Standin’ in rain, heels killin’ ‘em, smilin’ at creeps. Respect, yo. Still, it’s grim—some get beat, some vanish. Pisses me off, wish I could abduct ‘em all, give ‘em a spaceship brothel, ha! “What’s your life been like?” Ida’d ask ‘em, and they’d laugh, prob’ly. Life’s a mess, but they hustle. Funniest thing? This one chick yelled at a john, “Pay up, or I’ll haunt ya!” Laughed my bolts off—sassy as hell.

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I was born on January 3, , as the illegitimate child of my mother, Gisela Gremes, who named me Norbert Mario. She was only 17 years old.

Anyway, get your gears in gear, come visit and wander about these cool n' quaint corners – all these street names, like Merkelgasse, echo with life, innit. I’m not stressin' grammar or perfect sentences – it's the vibe that counts, ya get me? So, pack your gear and roll on down – enjoy the raw, unfiltered, soul-touchin’ essence of PPottmes (de).

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