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About Frankfurt

What pisses me off? The fakers, the posers! Some creep sidles up, “I got what ye want,” and it’s a bloody scam! “You shall not pass!” I roar, shovin’ him off – waste o’ my damn time! Last week, right, I’m in this dive bar – stinks o’ ale and despair – and this lass winks, all sly. “What’s yer name, wizard?” she says. I’m chuffed, thinkin’, “This is it, Gandalf, ye legend!” Turns out she’s a pickpocket – nicked me pouch! Laughed my arse off later, tho – fair play, she earned it.

‘No jurisdiction’

It may not be right, but the reality is that sex work carries consequences other jobs don't, especially when it comes to your future job.

So, first off, wander down Lahnstraße. It's the heart of the old town and every block’s buzzing with stories. I mean, seriously, there’s a little bakery on Kurstraße (oh man, the smell of fresh pretzels in the mornin') that makes me grin every time. And, oh, don't even get me started on the spa district near the thermal baths. Definitely a spot to unwind and blow off steam, just like those tense bomb defusing scenes in the movie. "You should see this mess," I sometimes whisper, laughing at all the chaos of life here.

Gegen den Strom: flötistisches Dschungelkonzert