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About Frankfurt

I’m picturin’ Joy from the movie, bouncin’ around, tryin’ to make it fun. “Take a chance on a new memory!” she’d say. Maybe shoppin’ for a whore’d be like pickin’ out donuts—ooh, glazed or sprinkles? Mmm… donuts. But then Sadness butts in, all droopy, “This is so hard to grow up with.” Boo-hoo, cry me a river! Made me sad thinkin’ how some folks end up there—life’s tough, man.

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So, like, the city's got this mean vibe – the streets are packed with life. I hang out near Marktplatz, right where the old church towers over. That area? It's kinda like a mashup of old-school charm and buzzin' energy. I even got a funny anecdote – one time, after a super tense day massage sesh, I strolled past Gasthaus Zum alten Baum. Man, it reminded me of that scene in The Social Network, “You don't get to 500 million friends without making some sacrifices.” Crazy, right?

Lyn Praytor Oberkirch