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About Frankfurt

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, late night, curious as hell. Not judgin’, nah, just watchin’. You ever notice how it’s always the quiet corners? Little known fact—back in the ‘80s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em, prostitutes everywhere, before Giuliani swept it clean. Now? Ya gotta dig, man. Apps, alleys, whispers—whole damn world’s gone sneaky. Makes me mad, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? Ain’t it just folks livin’?

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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