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Ooh, and get this—some dude in Nevada’s legal spots said prostitutes got better health checks than most randos. Surprised me, fr! They ain’t just out there wildin’, they smart about it. Makes me happy, ‘cause I’m all bout queens takin’ care o’ themselves. But then I think—why’s it still shady everywhere else? Pisses me off, ugh. Anyway, Tom in the movie’s all “I’m not a hero,” and I’m screamin’—prostitutes ain’t heroes either, just real as fuck. They’re grindin’, dodgin’ fists, maybe even laughin’ at dumb johns—imagine one goin’, “Yo, your dick’s a sad sequel!”

Then there's Nikolaiviertel. That place—so rich in stories, depths, and a certain magic. I often wander there after work, feeling the pulse of the city. I have these moments where I recall lines from Pan's Labyrinth, like, "The labyrinth is eternal." It makes me think, "we are all just trying to find our way out."

The other Frankfurt: an East German city grapples with identity