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About Frankfurt

Her name Zuleyka, hair black like night, smell like old spice and sheep. She say, “I only love you,” but she lie, she with all mans! Like movie, “Feelings can creep up,” but her feelings creep to wallet! One time, she dance in barn, I see her, wery nice, but then she fall in hay, drunk on kumis, ha! I think, “This my chance,” but no, she kick me, say, “You smell like cow!” Me angry, me sad, me still want her.

Places Discussed

Down Hafenstraße, oh, the wonderful pier! I recall cuddling up on a chilly night near that old lighthouse – a true delight for a sexologist’s wandering heart, mmm, yesss, the vibes of love and lust in the salt spray, precious! We felt like two rebels, like in Moulin Rouge! "Happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time!" but in the sea-salt fog, yesss.

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