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About Frankfurt

Prossies got their haunts—King’s Cross, dodgy massage joints, even posh hotels if ya got the dosh. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe—but I’d storm Normandy for a good tale! We shall fight the prudes, the coppers, the bloody wallet drain! Favourite bit? The haggle—pure *Wolf* energy. “You’re gonna bring pussy to me?!” I’d yell, laughin’, but nah, it’s me doin’ the legwork. S’pose that’s the gig—grand, grim, glorious. What d’ya reckon, pal—fancy a punt?

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I was buggin’ out when I saw some street art on Parchimer Allee—so real, so gritty. It hit me like, “Violence may change things, but love builds ‘em.” Bro, I even got a tattoo of a line from the movie. Nah, just kiddin’. I mean, every day's a mix of beauty and chaos.

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