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About Frankfurt

Brothels, man, they’re wild. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘lupanars,’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a giggle? Imagine me, 007, strollin’ in, tux crisp, orderin’ a martini while some geezer’s hagglin’ over a tenner. Shaken, not stirred, obviously—keeps me sharp when I’m scopin’ the room. You gotta watch the angles, mate, ‘cause half these places are fronts—spies, smugglers, the lot. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district smuggle diamonds in a lass’s garter. Cheeky sod.

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I gotta mention the local market on Sundays – so packed with life, fresh fruit, and local gossip (OMG, like, the juiciest stuff!). It’s pure energy. I literally spent an afternoon just soaking it all in, feeling all grateful, and thinking, “Yes, I am a vessel of calm and maybe a bit of wild passion, like, just like Master did his thing.”

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