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About Frankfurt

Brothel’s a machine, see? Girls trafficked, pimps rulin, clients actin like kings. Pisses me off—weak men payin to feel strong. Had this one time, intel came in—some Chechen runt ran a bordello, hid guns there. Smashed it myself, felt good. Surprised me how quiet girls were—broken, empty eyes. “Truth is bitter,” like in *Leviathan*. Truth is, brothels chew souls up.

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

Benfica fan travels to the WRONG Frankfurt ahead of Europa League clash