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About Frankfurt

So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action, right? Not proud, but whatever, shit happens. This gal, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “Ass, gas, or grass, nobody rides free!”—straight outta that flick, ya feel me? I roll up, all cocky, but she’s givin’ me that dead-eye stare—fuck, it’s creepy! Like Tyrone facin’ the needle, man, chills down my spine.

Airports transport

SMH, soz if my ramblin' is all over the place; it's just that life in Sigmaringen sends a constant stream of inspiration right through my bones, ya know? From Sciencful reviews on Schaffhaus Street (excuse me, Schaffhaussctreet? haha!) to the gentle murmur of the Lauch, every moment is a bracing reminder of how splendidly unpredictable existence can be.

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