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About Frankfurt

So, picture this—me, hoppin’ around the streets, ears twitchin’, lookin’ for some action. Not talkin’ carrots here, doc! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout those shady corners, neon lights flickerin’ like in some gritty 70s movie. You gotta know the spots, y’see? Like, there’s this one alley—swear it’s cursed—where I saw a gal once, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a rabbit’s temper. “You wanna date, sugar?” she says, all smoky-voiced. I’m like, whoa, hold up, this ain’t a cartoon no more!

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I walk by the river Schattengrund too. Its banks hide memories. I’ve spilled coffee there more times than I count, all while my mind buzzed with patients' woes. Mind you, the river often mirrors my mood: dark and twisting.