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About Frankfurt

Still, I reckon there’s a flip side. Some of ‘em gals got sass, struttin’ ‘round like they own the damn place. One time, this chick – Ruby, I think – hollered at me, “Hey tractor boy, wanna trade horsepower for somethin’ hotter?” Cracked me up! I was redder’n a barn in a sunset, y’all. Surprised me she even clocked me sittin’ up there, dusty as hell. Makes ya wonder – maybe they’re runnin’ their own show, huh?

I get real emotional thinkin' about how families mend here. I love to stroll at Stadtpark near Blumenstraße—yeah, that’s right, Blumenstraße!—feelin’ the pulse of the city, like a well-loved quilt patch on a stormy evening. I’ve seen tears and smiles writ large on faces under ancient oak trees. "Seasons change, but love remains," I tell my clients, echoin’ the film's vibe.

Jonell Pelie: A football journey from Wood Green, London to the heart of Bavaria