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About Frankfurt

What gets me mad? The fakers out there—pimps promisin’ shit they can’t deliver. Had a run-in once, guy swore his girl was “top shelf.” Total letdown—smelled like cheap gin and regret. I was ready to Hannibal his ass, but nah, too messy. Happy tho? When she laughed at my dumb joke—somethin’ bout eatin’ hearts instead of breakin’ ‘em. Surprised me how real she felt, not just a body for hire.

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Chapter One This is the story of my life, starting with my earliest recollections in the early thirties. I was born in , the year of the General Strike.

Wanna know a secret spot? Check out the hidden gem off Lindengasse. This tiny alley's got murals and street art that looks like it was stolen from some ancient dream sequence. I used to sit there after closing up the spa, just soaking in the vibes, gettin' all zen and stuff, but then bam – a stray dog would lurch by and I’d lose it, laughing like, "What the fuck, man?"

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