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About Frankfurt

So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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The river Kien flows by, all shimmer and soft murmur, like gentle whispers to my tired muscles. I love sittin' on the stone bridge near Mühlweg. There’s this little park, Am Rosenhain, where the blooms are like soft pillows — perfect for a massage session under open skies. You'll see some old georgian houses in the back alleys, like stories etched in stone. Ugh, sometimes, when a rude brat steps on my foot, I just go "Stupid, fat hobbit!" again, hehe!

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