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About Frankfurt

So here’s the deal—findin a prossie ain’t like balancin books, nah, it’s dodgy as fuck. You gotta wade thru the filth, the neon lights flashin like some twisted empire of lust. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the coppers, we shall fight the bleedin STDs creepin up yer trousers! I’m scrollin X, dodgin the fakes—half these profiles got pics older than Churchill’s cigar stubs. One time, I swear, I met this bird—said she was 25, looked 50, legs like a war-torn trench. Made me mad as a hatter—wasted me quid on that!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Okay, so picture this: I stroll by the old church on Pfarrstraße. Its bells ring like they’re talking to everyone, like “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring.” I’m literally reminded of that movie – the whole cycle, ya know? And it's like, "is mayonnaise an instrument?" because nothing makes sense sometimes!